SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 70: Kung Fu Fighting

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CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 29)

Heather inwardly rejoiced when she saw Ryan leave the sideline bench during an attention-catching play on the football field and sneak off towards the boy's locker room. There was an old wooden fence around the edge of the football field, and he walked right along the fence to reduce the chance of being observed, but she saw him.

She thought, Thank God I was watching Ryan - I almost missed his move. Good thing I have been so careful to keep my eye on him, and he didn't even know it, the idiot. Obviously, he's up to no good, and I'll bet dollars to donuts that he's plotting against Alan. This is my chance to shine! My sir will be so proud of me when he finds out how I single-handedly stopped Ryan's plan - he is bound to lift the 'no ass' ban and give me a good solid pounding back there. Ooooh God, just thinking about it gets me hot, and it fucking itches soooo much. I can't believe how much I need him to stuff that yummy fat pole of his up my butt, like he did yesterday!

I'd better get going, who knows what those assholes have planned. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any of his buddies; where the hell are they? Why is he going along the fence; it only goes toward the locker rooms - A-ha! That's where they must be!

She mumbled something to Joy about having to go to the restroom, grabbed her cell phone from where she'd stashed it under the cheer megaphone, and then quietly slipped away. Luckily, Heather could use the restroom in the girl's locker room, since she was on the squad and the public restrooms were on the other side of a fence, so it didn't look odd to anyone that she was headed in the same direction as Ryan.

In fact, Ryan didn't really care if she followed or not, so long as it was just her. He had watched her, as well as Amy and Katherine, eye him and the other members of his gang on the bench from time to time. He figured that Amy and Katherine wouldn't follow him, judging from the way others had been keeping an eye on them since they'd arrived at school. They knew they could be used as bait and shouldn't just wander off to investigate something. Janice and Joy were acting very protective and obviously had been clued in to the situation at least somewhat.

Heather, on the other hand, was a free agent and potentially dangerous. But Ryan knew her well enough to know that she loved the spotlight and thought her shit didn't stink. If she saw him wander off, she was the type to try to fix things herself. She would never even consider working with others or calling for help. Having already calculated that she was the one cheerleader likely to follow him, he had arranged for his girlfriend, Rebecca, to slow Heather down.

His occasional backward glances confirmed that she started following him after only saying a few words to Joy. The other cheerleaders were busy with their cheers and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Not yet, at least. He was wearing his full football uniform even though he was benched for the game, but he also had a cell phone hidden away. It started to ring and he pulled it.

It was Ivan, another member of Ryan's gang and a wide receiver on the football team. His season ended two weeks ago when he injured his big toe. It wasn't a serious injury, and he could still walk and even run just fine. But he couldn't plant his foot properly to run routes, and his toe would take months to heal, so his season was over and he wasn't required to suit up or appear on the field. This freed him to help with Ryan's plot while the other remaining members of his gang had to remain on the bench or even take part in the game. Ivan was also serving as the lookout. He was the one positioned to see if and when Alan left the stands, and his first call to Ryan as Alan headed to the bathroom had set the plot in motion.

Now he was calling a second time. He told Ryan, "He's right where we want him. Christine's still with him. They're headed to the bathroom and they're all alone. There's absolutely nobody else around."

"Good. Lure them away. Just remember, don't hurt her too much. No visible bruises if you can help it."

"Right. Hurry here!"

"I'm on it."

Ryan was almost to the boy's locker room, now. As soon as he hung up, he speed dialed Rebecca, who was waiting a short distance away in the girl's locker room. She was on a number of sports teams during the year and her presence there would not seem out of place.

As she flipped open her phone, Ryan said to her, "Becky? Heather's coming. She's following me."

Rebecca replied, "Just her?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry, I'll stall her."

He asked, "You've got the door taken care of?"

"Don't worry, I've got it."

"The door is locked, right?"

"Yes, already," Rebecca huffed.

"Good. Stall her. Do whatever it takes to keep her there. She can be very determined. And she's like a hundred feet behind me. So get ready!"

The football field was surrounded by a chain link fence in anticipation of events where there would be a charged admission, so people couldn't sneak in or out. It so happened that there were virtually no such events, since it was a challenge to get a good crowd even for free, but nonetheless the field only had a few access points. The boy's and girl's locker rooms were one of the few ways to get through.

Heather knew this, and thought, Why would they use the locker room? That doesn't make sense! But wait... Ryan's just going to pass through. No worries, though. I'll just sneak through the girls' locker room and then follow him so I can be in the middle of the action to get the biggest reward. They think they are smarter than me, Heather Morgan? HA! They're so pathetic!

Sure enough, Ryan walked briskly until he got through the door of the boy's locker room. Then he broke into a run through the building and out the other side. Once he was back outside, he started running even faster as he bee-lined to the ambush spot.

Heather walked briskly until she got through the door of the girl's locker room, but then she stopped. She saw Rebecca standing there, obviously waiting for her.

Rebecca stepped forward. "Heather! I'm so glad you're here. I've got some very important information. I think my boyfriend Ryan is up to something no good, and I think I know what it is. You've got to help!" Her plan was to stall Heather for as long as possible with a false confession about Ryan.

Heather, however, wasn't buying it. What's Rebecca doing here? She's Ryan's girlfriend; she has to be in on this, the bitch. I don't know what "this" is just yet, but I'm gonna find out! If she thinks she can stop me, she has another thing coming. NOBODY gets in my way!

She brusquely replied, "That's nice. Tell me about it later," and started to hurry past her.

But Rebecca stepped right into Heather's path. "No! You've gotta listen. This is serious!"

Heather took a moment to assess the situation. Rebecca knows she is no match for me; after all, who is? She must be stalling for time, trying to keep me from going through the locker room. Has she blocked the doors? Probably. Shit, she could have even locked 'em! By the time I get that all worked out, Ryan'll be long gone.

So Heather just said, "This is bullshit," and hurried back out of the building.

Rebecca followed her out, calling, "Wait! Wait!" But Heather wasn't listening. She watched as Heather ran from the entrance to the girl's locker room to the nearby entrance to the boy's locker room. (In fact, it was all part of the same building, but there were no interior connections between the two sections.) She was amazed as she watched Heather open the door to the boy's locker room and rush inside.

Rebecca had no idea what Ryan was really up to because he had told her as little as possible for security reasons. All she knew was that Ryan wanted her to stall Heather, giving her the outline of a bullshit story to tell Heather, and that he had her make some fake screams which he'd recorded. She didn't even know about the feud against Alan. The taboo of going into the boy's locker room though was too strong for her to just rush in there, especially since she didn't know if that was what Ryan would want her to do, and she couldn't quickly come out the other side of the girl's locker room due to the obstacles she had put in place to block Heather.

Still standing at the top of the steps leading into the girl's locker room, she pulled out her cell phone and called Ryan for further instructions. But the phone rang and rang and Ryan didn't answer.

Rebecca wasn't completely unsuccessful, however. Heather quickly made it through the boy's locker room without seeing a soul. She burst out the other side and looked around for Ryan. But he'd had just enough of a head start to foil her. She couldn't see or hear any sign of him.

She was pissed.

But she kept her cool, and thought, Okay, where would he go? She looked around. A short distance in front of her was the heart of the school, where all the classes and administrative offices were. She knew those would be all locked up. Alan. Alan. Ryan has to be after Alan. Alan wouldn't be that way. He wouldn't be over by the parking lots, either. Where would he be? What if he went to the bathroom or something like that? Oh shit!

The spectator stands lined the north side of the football field, and there was a public bathroom just to the north of that. She broke into a fast run in that direction, keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of Ryan as she went.

However, precious time had been lost.

CHAPTER 2

Alan and Christine were making their way to the men's restroom. The stands rose up to a good height, and most of the area underneath it was unused, but covered by a concrete wall with little more than beams and rafters on the inside. The underside was, however, where men's and ladies' restrooms had been built. Alan and Christine had to walk down some steep stairs to get from the top of the stands back to ground level.

Unbeknownst to them, they were spotted by Ivan, Ryan's cohort, who immediately alerted Ryan.

Alan walked casually, noting how Christine was looking around warily and walking like she expected to get jumped from behind at any moment. I can't believe how serious Christine is about all of this. I mean, I appreciate the help, but she needs to take a chill pill. Sure, half time or after the game, we should worry. But I just saw Ryan and his whole gang sitting on the bench! Besides, we're within easy shouting distance of over a hundred people. When she gets tense like this, then I get tense. Maybe some jokes will help her relax just a bit.

He asked, "Did you hear the one about the blonde who tried to buy some orange juice?"

Christine sighed and rolled her eyes. She tried to show displeasure at Alan's blonde jokes, even though she actually liked them. "No," she replied.

Alan grinned. "She stood there at the store for two hours just staring. Do you know why?"

As smart as Christine was, she wasn't particularly good at figuring out jokes or coming up with her own on the fly. She was forced to ask, "No. Why?"

"Because the word written on the box was 'concentrate'!"

Christine groaned. But she'd figured Alan would joke like this and she had prepared some jokes of her own. As they slowly walked down the stairs so she could look around carefully, she said, "There's only one thing dumber than your dumb blondes, and that's tit men. And you know why: they're always thinking about boobs. Why, I knew this one tit man, he was so obsessed about breasts that it took him THREE HOURS to watch 60 Minutes!"

Alan laughed as they reached the bottom of the stairs. He stopped and stared hard at Christine while continuing to smile. He brought his face right up to hers, as if he was trying to intimidate her, but in fact they both knew that he was just playing around. "So. That's the way it's gonna be, huh? You're gonna fight fire with fire?"

"Yep," she replied defiantly, going along with his mock tough guy tease. Or at least she tried to act defiant, but she broke into a big smile. She knew she should be more mindful of dangers in her surroundings, but she was having a hard time thinking about that when Alan's lips were so close to hers. His face was so near that his chest was pressing hard into hers. She could feel her nipples growing hard as her spongy big tits practically enveloped his muscular chest.

He thought, My God, she is actually pushing her big tits into me. Whew! This is getting hard to take. She feels so good, I want to rip her blouse open and grab her luscious melons and... No, no, I can't think like that. I have to keep her safe from my debauched lifestyle.

Still, he couldn't resist leaning in closer, pressing their chests even closer together. He teased her some more just to prolong their contact. "So every time I tell a dumb blonde joke, you're gonna tell me a dumb tit man joke?"

"Yep!" She was still maintaining a defiant stance and pose, but inside she was swooning and melting. Oh my God! Is he gonna kiss me? I think he might kiss me! What if he kisses me?! What should I do?! She was contemplating closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

But all of a sudden, he just said, "Okay, fair enough," and pulled away. He'd realized that she might accidentally brush up against his growing erection, and he didn't want things to go that far.

Christine though was stunned (and disappointed) by his withdrawal, and immediately looked around. She half expected a group of masked men holding baseball bats to be standing behind her, but the coast was clear. In fact, there wasn't a single person to be seen anywhere. That was dumb, she thought. I can't lose my focus! Not here, not now.

A bit more miffed at herself than at him, she barked testily, "What was THAT all about?"

He was smiling from ear to ear, greatly enjoying the contact and the banter. "What was what about?"

"All that leaning in close and practically touching noses. Was that just some kind of cheap excuse to feel my chest against yours?"

"Yep!" he admitted proudly. "After all, you said I'm a tit man."

"Grrr!" she stomped a few feet away huffily. But on the inside, she loved the attention. Her heart was still pounding from the near kiss. She'd always hated her over-endowment, since her breasts had always been a tremendous athletic inconvenience to her rather than an asset to be cherished, but now she was having second thoughts about that. She'd also never really thought of her breasts as powerful erogenous zones, as fingering her nipples didn't do much for her. But now she was rethinking that, too. Her nipples were hard and even tingling, just from his verbal and visual attention.

The two of them walked in silence towards the men's room for a few paces. Christine was again wearing her intense frown of deep thought, and trying to ignore her arousal.

At this point, Alan realized he'd probably been a little too cavalier about the whole situation, given the enemies he had. Wouldn't it be ironic if I go to the bathroom and a bunch of thugs come out of nowhere and beat me up? I can't just make this problem go away by pushing it out of my mind. Maybe she's too vigilant, but I'm probably not vigilant enough. There needs to be a balance. He looked around carefully and was relieved to see the coast was clear.

Then she muttered, "You're a hopeless case, you know that?"

"Yep!" he admitted proudly. "Did I tell you why the dumb blonde sold her car?"

"No, but hold that thought, boob brain. We're at the men's room already. Can you hurry up so we can get out of here?"

"Sheesh. Okay, fine." He was going to be sarcastic, but realized that she was just trying to help him and he should be more appreciative of that.

"Just GO already!" She tapped her foot impatiently. "And yell if you have a problem."

He couldn't help but tease her some more, "Okay. But maybe you'd better come in, just to be on the safe side. That way, I don't have to yell. And it's probably better if you hold it for me while I pee, so I can remain fully alert to any danger."

She started to blush a deep red. "You wish."

He continued to tease, "Actually, I do."

She pushed him hard in the chest, sending him a couple of feet closer to the bathroom door. "GO, already!" She pushed him mostly to get him into the bathroom before he said anything more embarrassing, and even more arousing.

He was having a fun time. He walked into the bathroom and carefully checked the stalls, because he knew that's what she would want him to do. The coast was clear. Then he walked to the urinal and started to pee. He quickly finished and then he washed his hands.

When he walked back out, he sighed heavily, as if he'd just completed a difficult task. "Boy, I don't know how I made it through that. Especially the hand washing part. It was all... like... complicated!" He gesticulated wildly with his hands to emphasize his frustration. "I don't know why, but all I could think about was beautiful women and big breasts." He stared very deliberately right at Christine's rack as he said this.

She was so embarrassed she wished that the Earth would open up and swallow her whole. But at the same time, she was excited and turned on by his obvious lusty attention.

He brought one of his hands up to his hair and stroked it. "How's my hair?" he asked with concern.

"Huh?"

"Am I turning blonde? I feel all blonde." He put on a stupid face.

Christine guffawed at that. She was also grateful for the shift of attention from her body. She teased, "How shall I kill you, Mr. Bond? Slow and torturous or fast and painless?"

CHAPTER 3

Ryan had run by while they had been teasing and joking. Knowing where they were, he took a long route to make sure there was no way they could see him. Then he worked his way back to the building where Ivan was hiding.

Ivan stood on the far side of the building with a boom box in one hand and a cell phone in the other, occasionally peeking around the edge of the building and through some trees to check on Alan and Christine. They were over a hundred feet away. It would be extremely hard for anyone to see him during one of his occasional peeks, since he'd carefully picked this location.

Ryan reached Ivan, patting him on the shoulder.

Ivan knew what he was going to ask. As he put his cell phone away, he said, "They're still there. You got here just in time."

Ryan smiled. "Do it then. When you're ready."

That exchange had taken place while Alan was still peeing.

Once Alan was out of the restroom, Ivan decided the time was right and started playing back Rebecca's recorded screams on the boom box he was carrying. Ryan had devised a fiendish plan to lure Alan, and Christine if she was there too, into an ambush to rescue a screaming woman (or so they would think). He knew their reputation as moralistic do-gooder types and figured they wouldn't resist such a chance to save a "damsel in distress."

Alan started to walk back towards the stairs leading up to the stands. "I never did tell you why the blonde sold her car. It was for the gas money. ... No? No laugh? I need to work on my delivery."

"Sssh!" Christine hissed, looking all around very suspiciously.

"Wow, I must really-"

"Shut up!" she hissed. "Listen!"

Alan listened. It was faint, but he could hear the sound of screaming. Female screaming.

"You hear that?" she asked warily.

"I think so. ... it's gone already. Sounded like someone screaming, maybe. Could that be coming from the game?" He looked south towards the stands.

She paused, trying to listen closely. "No, I don't think so," she finally concluded. "It sounds like it's coming from that way." She pointed north.

"I think it might have been a female voice. Is it my imagination, or did you hear it again? And a bit louder now?"

In fact, he was right. Ivan had turned up the volume on the boom box a couple of times already. The plan was to make the occasional screams just loud enough to draw Alan's and Christine's attention and send them searching for the source. It would be very bad if anyone else heard.

He added, "I think we should go check it out. It sounds to me like someone in trouble."

Christine was listening closely and getting that feeling too, although it was hard to tell. When the wind picked up and rustled the leaves on nearby trees, it was impossible to hear any of the voice at all.

She looked around carefully and said, "Well, okay. We can check it out a little bit, but let's not stray too far from the stands. This could be a trap."

"It could be," he admitted as he started to walk north. "But the odds are so improbable. Ryan and his whole bunch are playing in the game right now. We know that. If it was half time, then maybe, but that could be ten or more minutes off, the way our team is running their no huddle offense."

The two of them walked ahead warily.

Christine was careful to make sure that she and Alan remained in the open and far from any possible ambush spots. She wondered if Alan was right and she was being too paranoid, but she kept her cell phone in her hand ready to dial, anyway. She knew the others, and especially Alan, already thought she was being way too paranoid. She had to admit to herself that Alan had a point - she had just seen with her own eyes a few minutes before that Ryan and his gang were safely involved with the football game.

To make matters worse, there was the incident in the boy's locker room with Ryan and Amy that turned out to be just a feint on Ryan's part. So Alan had already effectively cried wolf once, making school officials less likely to quickly come to help.

The two of them quickly walked north a couple hundred feet until they came to a building known as the Clubhouse. The surrounding neighborhoods were wealthy, in some cases extremely so, and their school was remarkably endowed considering it was public. The Clubhouse was at the center of all the sports facilities on the north side of the football field and stands. There were tennis courts, racquetball courts, basketball courts, a volleyball court, and even a walled Olympic sized swimming pool. There was also a nearby gymnasium with indoor basketball courts, and more.

All the facilities were closed and locked for the duration of Thanksgiving vacation, so there was no reason for anyone to be about. The parking lot was on the other side of the football field. The area was completely deserted.

Ryan and Ivan had been hiding on the other side of the Clubhouse, but once they saw Alan and Christine heading towards them, they ran off to hide behind a more distant building, making sure to head off at an angle so the Clubhouse would block the view of their retreat.

Staging an ambush at the Clubhouse would not do, because it was within easy sight and hearing distance of anyone who might wander from the stands to either the men's or ladies' restrooms.

Christine warily moved forward, with Alan just behind her, until she cleared the far side of the Clubhouse. She stopped and looked around. She said quietly, "I don't see anything. The coast is clear. And I haven't heard any screams for a while."

"Yeah, it looks that way, and I haven't heard any, either," he admitted. "But the sound could have been coming from maybe inside one of the tennis courts. Or racquetball courts." He pointed in one direction. "Or maybe from inside the pool area." He pointed in another direction

"Maybe," she said as she carefully walked around the Clubhouse until she nearly circumnavigated it. "But it's been a while. Maybe whatever it was is over."

Alan listened carefully. In fact, the boom box had been turned off while Ivan and Ryan ran into a new position where they couldn't be seen, so even the occasional distant scream had come to a halt. But just as Alan was about to agree with Christine that he didn't hear anything either, Ivan turned the boom box back on. Again, the goal was to make the scream just barely loud enough for their two victims to hear.

"Wait! There it is again," Alan finally said. "It's still coming from that way, I think." He pointed north again.

Christine nodded, and said, "It could be off the school grounds." About two hundred feet ahead, the fence bounding the school property could be seen, plus an undeveloped canyon beyond it.

"Could be," he admitted, "but we should check it out just the same. That's not just some kids playing; that sounds like someone in serious trouble."

Driven by curiosity, and still afraid of crying wolf, she decided, "Let's go a little bit further and then call for help if we still can't figure it out. It could still be nothing. Or maybe it's a couple of lovers doing the deed."

The more Alan thought about it, the more it made sense to him that it could be a woman crying out in ecstasy, not in pain. That eased his worries a lot, and he relaxed enough to joke, "'Doing the deed'? What do you mean, a couple of real estate developers signing papers?"

She rolled her eyes at him and made clear with her disapproving face that he should be quiet so they could listen for the screaming.

He decided it would be wise to shut up. He knew this was a potentially very serious situation, but teasing Christine was so much fun that he couldn't help himself. I've got to try harder. Christine's really trying her best, and she cares. She cares about protecting me and even about protecting strangers. Sure, it was probably just a couple of lovers sneaking off, but what if I'm wrong? He sighed happily, despite the strange situation. That's one thing I absolutely love about her - she inspires me to strive to be a better person.

They could still hear the occasional screaming, although both of them were beginning to wonder why it was no louder than when they'd first detected it. It was still just barely audible.

Christine pointed out they could be moving parallel to it instead of directly towards it, which would explain why it wasn't getting louder. (In fact, Ivan and Ryan had moved positions yet again, drawing them further away from the stands and the football field.)

Much of the area around them was open ground where it was impossible for anyone to hide. For instance, the bicycle racks were to the east, as was the teacher / staff parking lot, and the odds of anyone hiding that way was low.

To the west were the swimming pool, tennis courts, racquetball courts, and more. There were lots of potential places to hide. So they found themselves drifting that way.

Alan pointed out, "You know, if it was a couple of lovers sneaking off for a quickie, they might be doing that inside one of the tennis courts or racquetball courts. Normally that would be way risky, but look how deserted everything is." The green fences around the tennis courts would provide some cover, but even better were the racquetball courts, which were surrounded by concrete walls.

The screaming was starting to get a little bit louder as they got closer to the racquetball courts, though still very intermittent. The two of them were walking quite briskly now. If it was just a couple of lovers, they wanted to confirm that quickly and get back to the safety of the stands. But if it wasn't, they didn't want to be creeping about while a woman was potentially being raped or otherwise attacked.

The distances they'd walked were not vast, and it had only been about a minute or so since they'd started to chase after the mysterious screams.

The two of them came to the north side of the racquetball courts, because the screams sounded a bit louder over there. They were nearly at the edge of the school grounds now, a fact that made Christine a bit antsy. She had her cell phone out and was mulling over who she might dial.

There was about a ten foot gap between the north edge of the racquetball courts and the chain link fence bounding the school. Alan and Christine made it far enough north to look down this gap, all the way along the edge of the racquetball courts, almost to the western edge of the school.

As they did so, both of them stopped and stared in shock. There, past the northern edge of the school's four racquetball courts, stood a big, burly man with a beard. He appeared to be raising his fist up high and then swinging it down, although who or what he was hitting they couldn't tell, since he was on the far side of the courts, at the very northwestern corner of the school property, and there were some thick bushes in the way.

The other thing they immediately noticed was that the sound of female screaming became much louder once they passed the corner of the racquetball courts and they had a straight shot down the corridor to where the man was. The obvious conclusion was that the man was raping and possibly beating to death some woman.

It was so obvious that neither Alan nor Christine needed to point it out to the other. And neither needed to point out that the man was obviously a stranger. Not only did he not go to their high school, he didn't even look to be of high school age. He was a good ways away, but they could tell that he was big, as big or bigger than their football team's linemen, while his black beard proved he wasn't anyone from their school - none of its students or staff had beards.

Alan and Christine both figured that he had probably climbed over the fence to enter the school grounds, perhaps found a high school girl wandering around, and then dragged her to just about the most remote spot in the school to rape her. To the immediate west of where he was standing, beyond the school boundary, was the wall of the local public library, no doubt closed for the Thanksgiving break. To the north of where he stood, just on the other side of the school fence, were trees and bushes.

Both Alan and Christine had no doubt in their minds that this had nothing to do with Alan's troubles with the football players. This was a completely different and extremely serious thing that they'd happened to stumble across by pure chance. And it was clear that they had no time to lose. Every second counted.

Ryan's ace in the hole was Aaron, the man who was pretending to beat a woman, knowing the bush was in the way so Alan and Christine would not be able to see that he was just striking air. Aaron in fact was a teenager and attended Rock's new high school. But Aaron was freakishly large for a high school student (300 pounds and six feet six inches tall), which made him seem older, and his full beard made him look even older.

When Ryan scrambled earlier that morning to come up with a plot they could pull off that same day, he liked the idea of surprising Alan during the football game the best. He knew that Rock was so keen on getting revenge against Alan that Rock was willing to risk coming back onto his old high school grounds, even though the penalty for stepping back onto a school one had been expelled from was severe. Aaron, a bully willing to fight for money, was brought along to help improve the odds.

The attackers' objective had been simple: beat Alan to a pulp, and intimidate him and Christine into silence with a threat of another and more vicious attack on Alan if they told people what had happened. All of them but Ryan had arranged alibis so, even if Christine and Alan did squawk, it would be their word, as known friends, against the football players and their friends. The fight was supposed to be effectively over once Alan and Christine had fallen into their trap, with the rest being mopping up. They thought the difficulty was arranging the ambush, and the whole fighting part would be a compete trouncing of a "nerd" and a "girl."

The plan was to not hurt Christine in any way, but simply scare the bejesus out of her. If she was badly beaten, then Alan and she could go to the authorities and their wounds would back up their accounts. But if she was uninjured, then it would be a simple case of "he said, she said," and, since it was known that she was a close friend of Alan's, her claims would hold little weight. And because she and Alan had already cried wolf over Amy a couple days ago, their word would be even more suspect.

CHAPTER 4

Alan and Christine saw Aaron look up at them. He grinned, straightened up, and pretended to drag something.

Alan took a quick look at Christine, saw the horror in her eyes, and he started to run down the corridor towards Aaron.

Christine was about to break into a run, too. She had her cell phone in her hand but there was no time to call. However, she briefly turned towards the stands and screamed at the top of her lungs. She wanted to do more to alert their friends back at the stands, but she hoped that would be better than nothing.

This was the same piercing scream that Susan and Suzanne and others heard as they were already leaving the stands to search for Alan.

Alan turned back, understood what she was trying to do with the scream, and then kept running. He soon heard Christine behind him, starting to run too.

Ryan and his gang also heard the scream, but misinterpreted it. They took if for a sign that Christine was scared shitless, and it caused them to disregard her as a factor even more than before.

Ivan and Rock were hidingg behind some bushes past the northwestern edge of the racquetball courts, a short distance in front of the shed and Aaron. Ryan had concealed himself in some bushes farther away, behind where Alan and Christine had been standing when they first caught sight of Aaron, so he could cut them off if they failed to take the bait.

Ryan waited until they were a good way down the narrow corridor between the northern wall of racquetball courts and the northern fence of the school, and started quietly ambling down it after them. He was still fully decked out in his football pads, minus his helmet. If they decided to turn around before reaching Aaron and the others, he was there to intercept and hold them to make sure they didn't escape.

The supply shed was nestled in the very most northwest corner of the school grounds, and there was only about twenty feet between the shed and the northwest corner of the racquetball courts. Ryan's gang had also moved some equipment out of the supply shed to block an exit.

Christine was a tremendous athlete. Even though Alan had gotten a head start since she had paused and screamed, she soon caught up with him and even passed him.

Alan marveled at Christine as she went past. But then he turned towards Aaron and got a very bad feeling. Aaron was looming larger and larger in his field of vision. He's just standing there, grinning! And he's huge! HUGE!

Alan's heartbeat and blood pressure began to spike as more adrenalin flowed into him. He'd been pushed around and punched at in recent weeks, but this would be his first-ever real fight.

His vision narrowed as he focused on the threat and turned his run into a charge. He heard Christine yell, "IT'S A TRAP!" and only then did he realize they were, in fact, heading into an ambush. He saw what Christine had already just seen, that there was no abused woman around Aaron, and in fact no woman whatsoever.

Then he saw Rock - ROCK! - stand up in the bushes and yell "Take 'em!" to the Goliath waiting ahead. He skidded as he tried to avoid running into the rapidly slowing Christine in front of him when it happened. However, it was too late for him and Christine. They both tried to stop, but their momentum was too great. They were going to wind up right at or past where the behemoth was standing no matter what they did.

Suddenly things seemed to be happening in slow motion. The giant ahead was coming at them fast, arms up, head and shoulders down and legs pumping in a surprisingly quick charge. Alan felt helpless, like he was in a nightmare fleeing from some threat but could only move slowly. He no longer had time to ponder how they had been foolish enough to fall into a trap, how many enemies they might be facing or how to escape. His vision narrowed to the monster charging him as he frantically struggled to avoid being splattered instantly like a bug smeared on a windshield.

Christine screamed and leaped. She also had been trying her hardest to slow down, but suddenly she sped up and then launched herself into the air with a flying kick and the battle cry she had been taught. Her alto scream came out as more of a roar and made everyone flinch a bit, which was all it was intended to do, as flinching kept Aaron from successfully dodging.

Aaron couldn't believe what was happening. True, Ryan had told him of the rumor that Christine had some martial arts skills, and that she seemed to think she was hot stuff by the way she was acting like Alan's bodyguard. But she was a girl! At least, that's what Aaron and the others thought. Girls didn't know how to fight, period, and especially not girls who looked like Christine. She was all tits and ass and soft curves. She would be a pushover.

And suddenly there was a roaring lioness flying at him! She had a fierce, intense look in her eyes that actually made her more intimidating than she was.

Aaron tried to lunge out of the way at the last second, but he was too late. Christine was aiming straight at his left knee with a kick so brutal that she could permanently disable him if she connected straight on. Normally, she never would have gone for such a brutal move, but now that she knew this was an ambush, she was treating this like a life and death fight.

Aaron moved just enough so she didn't destroy his knee cap, but she was flying at him with such force that his momentum put him into a violent spinning flip around his suddenly immobilized leg. His head went down as his heels went up, and he slammed into the ground so hard that he suffered a mild concussion and passed out.

Christine's momentum carried her tumbling past Aaron down to the ground, and her cell phone flew out of her pocket. By the time she pulled herself out of the tumble she was already at the shed, but she rose to her feet in a single flowing motion that faced her away from the shed and towards the attackers in a ready position.

Alan was stunned. He'd been half-expecting to run into the man, not because he wanted to, but simply because he was heading right towards him and didn't know what else could happen. He felt a flash of elation as he watched the Goliath flip end over end and come crashing to the ground, but he couldn't dwell on that for even a second with the shed rushing up before him.

He ran into the shed, but managed to slow himself enough so that he lightly bounced off it with no injury. He quickly turned around and saw to his great relief that Christine was standing right next to him, also turned around to face their attackers.

Alan was frightened out of his mind, and adrenaline flooded his bloodstream. His fear increased as he looked around and confirmed the identities of Rock and Ivan, whom he recognized from the football team. Everything sharpened, and the world seemed to slow down. He looked around quickly, searching for an escape route, but there wasn't any. He fought the panic welling up in him, trying not to lose control. The sight of Rock and Ivan closing in told Alan the whole thing was a setup; how many more of Rock's and Ryan's friends were out there? Despair set in.

Alan glanced at Christine and saw she had assumed a ready fighting stance. She was breathing calmly and deeply. There was no sign of panic in her, and Alan was reassured just enough not to panic. Wow, look at her! I've gotta pull myself together and do what she does! I would be so screwed if I was here alone. Maybe she can save us both!

As with his previous fights, Ryan's plan was to intimidate his victims with a beating to make sure they stayed silent or faced more severe beatings later. Rock and Ivan sprang out of their hiding place when Alan and Christine rushed by, expecting the fight would be like shooting fish in a barrel. Their victims usually cowered in fear to avoid getting severely hurt. But the two attackers skidded to a stop next to Aaron's unconscious body in confusion, ten feet from Alan and Christine. They didn't know what had happened to him.

They were blown away that Christine - a mere girl! - had taken down Aaron, of all people. Aaron was built like a brick wall and never lost a fight. Had Christine scored a freak lucky hit, or was she truly dangerous?

She certainly didn't look dangerous, despite her obviously well practiced martial arts stance. She looked hot! Ivan and Rock both had a hard time staring at anything other than her incredible huge lycra-clad breasts that heaved as she breathed. She was just too sexy and busty to take seriously as a fighting opponent.

Rock leaned down to check Aaron, whose skidding stop rolled him to lie face up. Aaron had some small cuts and bruises on his face as it had scraped in the dirt, plus a larger one where a small but jagged rock had cut his forehead. The wound was small and not serious, but was bleeding significantly and looking much worse than it really was.

"Jesus!" Rock exclaimed as he brought his hand down to feel the extent of Aaron's wound. "You okay?" Aaron's eyes were closed and he failed to respond, but he was obviously breathing.

Ivan hovered nearby, keeping a wary eye on Alan and Christine. They were focusing on Aaron's forehead wound because it was leaking a lot of blood. They didn't realize Aaron's own momentum had knocked him out, and the more they thought about it, the more puzzled and worried they were about what Christine had done to him.

The blood in the dirt by Aaron's head told Christine he was down for the count. She realized Aaron's own momentum must have done him in, so she focused on Rock and Ivan, but they were a little too far away for her to strike at them and take them by surprise.

Alan had managed to "put up his dukes," but his fists looked a lot less formidable than Christine's obviously well practiced martial arts stance. He was panting in fear, excitement, and a bit of exertion from the run. His panicky urge to cower or flee was fading.

Ryan was trotting a bit behind Alan and Christine to the ambush site, so he didn't see what happened to Aaron. When he saw Aaron on the ground, and Rock and Ivan just standing by the body, he got pissed. At least Alan and Christine were pinned in by the shed, the back of the clubhouse, and the fence. They had nowhere to go. He knew more about Christine's martial arts abilities than the other members of his gang, and decided that she needed to be taken out, and quickly. He charged, relying on his football pads, and aimed to tackle her to the ground.

Christine saw Ryan's eyes upon her and his determination, and shifted her position to better use his momentum to send him flying into the shed and completely remove him from the fight.

Alan, meanwhile, was churning through some intense emotions. Events were rushing past, but it seemed as if time was slowing down and each second was more like a minute. In fact, it had been less than ten seconds since he'd stopped himself at the shed. There was no time to talk to Christine, so he had to figure out what to do on his own.

He knew that there were two main paths to this remote corner of the school. One, along the northern side of the racquetball courts, was the way they'd come in. The odds of going back out that way were not good, especially with Ryan in his football pads pounding down towards them from that direction.

The other option was the corridor between the western side of the racquetball courts and the western boundary of the school (with the wall of the public library making a fence unnecessary for a portion of that side), so he quickly glanced in that direction. The only problem was that Ryan's gang had already considered that and blocked it off with equipment from the shed - a couple of ball machines for tennis, a large lawn mower, etc. This was no insurmountable barrier to be sure, requiring only a few minutes to set up, or to put back. But the others would be all over Alan and Christine if they tried to scramble over it.

But, by looking around in that direction, and then sweeping his vision in a 180-degree arc in front of him, he realized that the situation was not nearly as bad as he had feared. In a flash, he went from the pits of despair to soaring elation. Okay! There are only two of them, thank God, not anywhere near as many as I was afraid of. We might actually have a chance! He scanned around quickly and saw that any escape routes had been blocked. Maybe I can save Christine! There are only Rock and Ivan, the giant is down, now's my chance! Let's do this!

He had initially been absolutely frightened out of his mind and reduced to tunnel vision as his body reverted to a primal "flee or fight" mode. His scan convinced him that escape was not possible, so his elation combined with his surge of endorphins to trigger him into fight mode. His tunnel vision blinded him to Ryan as he charged Ivan and Rock. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had thoughts of being the great hero and saving Christine from danger.

But in fact he had not assessed the situation well. He knew nothing about fighting and he wasn't thinking clearly, if he could be said to be thinking at all. Ivan and Rock were preoccupied with Aaron momentarily, but only partially. It wasn't as if they were dumb enough to turn their backs on Alan and Christine, even if they didn't consider them serious threats.

So as Alan moved towards them, they quickly forgot about Aaron and prepared to defend themselves.

Alan did throw one good punch at Ivan before Ivan was fully ready, but then Rock hit him hard in the chest and Ivan followed up with an even harder blow to Alan's stomach.

"Out of the way, coming through!" Ryan yelled as he closed in on Rock and Ivan.

Rock and Ivan grinned as they envisioned Ryan in full pads flattening Alan or Christine, like he often did to opposing quarterbacks. They both immediately hit the deck, just in time, too.

Christine and Alan were exposed like sitting ducks.

Alan heard Christine yell "Look out!" just before she tackled him from behind. What the hell?!

Ryan, with no more target to hit, barreled past like a charging bull. He frantically tried to stop before he barreled into the side of the shed, but he failed, although his pads absorbed most of the impact. He bounced away and managed to keep his balance.

Alan wasn't seriously hurt from Christine's tackle, but he was dazed and confused by everything that was happening. Christine had to pull him back to his feet.

The field of battle had changed. Before, Christine and Alan had been trapped between the shed and the three remaining attackers. Now, they were a good ten feet to the south from where they'd been, closer to the western wall of the racquetball courts and just to the south of the shed. They still weren't in a position to escape, though, as the corridor nearest to them was blocked by the equipment from the shed.

So far Alan hadn't done anything to impress Ryan's gang, but it was becoming increasingly obvious Christine was no pushover. They knew better than to come after her one by one, so after Ryan steadied himself, the three of them advanced on Alan and Christine together.

Alan looked around, not knowing what else to do. He wished that he and Christine could get between the shed and the library, to at least limit the number of attackers coming at them at once. That was about fifteen feet behind them, but it might as well have been on Mars for all the good it would help right now. Ryan's gang would be on them well before they could get there.

Christine obviously noticed the same thing, and she shouted "Back up!" as the three thugs came at her.

CHAPTER 5

Alan's ribs and stomach ached. Fortunately, all the months playing tennis (plus the additional "exercise" he'd been getting lately) gave him good recuperative powers. Only about thirty seconds had passed since Christine's flying kick at Aaron, but it gave Alan enough time to start to get his bearings and gather up his courage. His body surged with a fresh wave of energy. For really the first time in his life, he found himself actually eager to fight.

Rock had it in for Alan though, and if anything, was even more eager to fight. After all, Alan was the one who had cuckolded him and humiliated him by stealing Heather away from him, so Rock was delighted to take Alan on. Rock started to advance with the rest of the gang, but his focus was still on Alan.

Ryan and Ivan both headed for Christine. The punches began to fly.

But Alan actually had a lucky break in facing Rock. It was the best match up Alan could hope for. Of the three attackers, Rock was closest to him in size. Since Rock was a quarterback he wasn't used to actually hitting people, unlike Ryan and Ivan. Even when the gang was bullying someone, it was usually Ryan or one of the others that did the actual beating. More importantly, Rock was so enraged at Alan he just lashed out instead of fighting smart. Instead of rushing Alan and tackling him to the ground, Rock put up his fists like a boxer and started throwing punches.

Unfortunately, Alan was just as inexperienced, if not more so, and was also just lashing out. He was still suffering from tunnel vision and blocking out most sound and other sensory information except for what he could see right in front of him.

He and Rock stood toe to toe and thrashed wildly at each other. It looked fast and furious, but few blows landed solidly. It was almost like their eyes were closed and they were blindly thrashing their arms in the air.

Alan had his hands more than full with Rock and so he wasn't paying attention to Christine's fight with Ivan and Ryan. But he continued to hear sounds of fighting right behind him, so he assumed Christine had to be holding out. If I don't get Rock taken care of and help her, those two might be too much for her to handle for much longer! Then they could gang up on me from behind and I'll be doomed!

Alan and Rock continued to frantically flail at each other. But Rock's larger size and greater desire for revenge was increasingly making itself felt. Alan found himself spending most of his time blocking Rock's wild blows and not landing too many blows himself.

Aaron was more or less in front of Alan, though he was about thirty feet away. At first, Alan was too occupied to notice that Aaron was stirring, but he finally noticed some motion and realized that Aaron was recovering. Oh SHIT! Alan thought. We're fucked! If that guy gets back in it, we are so FUCKED! I've gotta beat Rock somehow, before that happens, but how?!

But the odds of that were slim and growing slimmer. Alan was fighting remarkably well considering his total lack of experience, but Rock was simply bigger, taller, and more muscular. Alan didn't have the skills to counter that.

Worse, Rock really, really wanted Alan to hurt. Rock had been nursing revenge for a couple of weeks and was increasingly obsessed with making Alan pay. Rock was attacking heedless of his own welfare. He seemed to be gaining in strength as the fight went on, while Alan was tiring. Further, Rock finally calmed down and began to fight smarter. He landed a punch in Alan's midsection to double him over, kicked his feet out from under him and Alan went down.

Rock had just started to kick the downed Alan again when a tremendous blow to his rump smashed him over the downed Alan and tumbled him to the ground.

Alan watched Rock's back bow backwards as Rock flew through the air and then landed hard in the dirt. Alan looked up, saw Christine's leg still swinging through the air and realized that she'd just literally kicked Rock in the ass.

Christine, with her superior fighting skills, had noticed Alan falling, seen that Rock might have seriously hurt him, and broken away from her fight. She'd saved Alan just in the nick of time.

But she paid for that selfless gesture, because her kick gave Ivan and Ryan an opening. Christine dodged to the side, and again Ryan in his pads couldn't match her quickness. She seized Ivan's outstretched arm, pivoted on one foot, and executed a textbook hip throw. She used his own momentum to hurl him into a bunch of bushes.

Alan rolled to his knees, saw Rock gasping nearby, and crawled over to strangle him. Alan was not thinking clearly at the moment, and this simple attack was all he could conceive of.

But this was not a good idea because it roused and energized Rock, who planted a knee dangerously near Alan's testicles. While Alan was choking and writhing, Rock snapped unsuccessfully at an ear, and then levered one of Alan's hands up to where he could sink some teeth into it.

Alan screamed as he felt the fleshy edge of his hand rip.

Christine pivoted back to kick Rock again, but saw he was clutching his groin. Alan was lying on the ground clutching his wounded hand. She spun back just as Ryan came at her again. She snapped a quick kick at his knee, but he dodged and back-pedaled.

Ryan hesitated, not wanting to attack alone, and moved to help Ivan roll out of the bushes instead.

Christine drew a couple of deep, much-needed breaths, and then yelled, "Alan! Come on! Up! Up! Up!"

Alan found some reserve of energy and strength he didn't even know he had and managed to get to his feet.

Christine covered for him, threatening to lash out at Ryan or Ivan if they interfered (Rock was still down). Alan realized that Christine had obviously been fighting very well because her two opponents looked very leery of tangling with her again.

Alan could stand, but that was about it. He let Christine grab him by his shirt and yank him towards the back side of the shed. "Come on!" was all she said, because she was gasping for air like everyone else.

Alan remembered the gap between the back side of the shed and the library wall, narrow enough so that only two people could attack into it at a time. He staggered into it while Christine provided protection following him there.

Thank God, Alan thought, at least Christine's back beside me and we're not exposed in the open anymore. We can defend ourselves here - if I can just keep going! I can't believe how exhausted I am... I can hardly stay on my feet... Gotta catch my breath! Uh-oh, Rock's getting back up. That's one more of the bastards; we're outnumbered again. Still, Christine has been amazing; maybe she can pull off another miracle. I'd be toast without her!

Then he noticed Aaron getting back up. Oh shit! The Hulk is getting up too. We're doomed!

Christine and Alan had been fighting on the south side of the southeast corner of the shed, but Christine had been further to the west than Alan had, so she was unable to see around the shed to where Aaron lay. Alan had seen Aaron stirring, but he'd forgotten about it due to more urgent matters like fists flying towards his face. Now, both of them had backed up even further so Aaron was on the opposite side of the shed from them.

But then they saw Aaron come around the corner of the shed. Like some kind of relentless, bearded and burly Viking berserker, Aaron was wiping the blood from his face like it was nothing. He flashed a triumphant toothy smile. "Leave 'em be, boys. I've got 'em. I personally want to kick the shit out of that damn bitch!"

Both Alan and Christine realized why the others had been waiting to resume the fight - they had been glancing back at Aaron and were counting on him to make it four to two.

Aaron started forward towards Alan and Christine. But he could only limp forward slowly. He stopped well short, knowing he couldn't face Christine just yet, when he could barely walk.

Fuckety-fuck! Fuck me! Alan cursed as he looked at Aaron. He's like a walking mountain!

"Hey, you gonna be okay?" Rock asked Aaron, leaning forward on his knees and grimacing. Rock was obviously pretty banged up too, but he still looked determined and angry.

"Yeah, just give me a minute to walk it off," Aaron replied. "Those two aren't going anywhere. Then the four of us will be able to take 'em on at once. But let me get the chick. This is personal now. I'm gonna fuckin' pulp her face into the ground!"

Alan felt lightheaded - he was panting yet somehow felt wired as a second, weaker adrenalin surge hit him, an odd combination which made him tremble. He was too winded to talk to Christine, but did briefly glance at her and was not reassured by her trembling, white-faced expression. He looked at Aaron limping about and realized that it wouldn't be long, maybe just a minute or two, before Aaron was ready and the fighting would resume.

Alan's hopes soared when he saw Christine reach into an unseen pocket, presumably for her cell phone, but she frowned and pulled out an empty hand. Then she loudly cried "HELP!" again.

Oh shit! We're screwed! Alan thought. Christine's good, but she must be on her last legs like me. Besides, what can she and I do against FOUR guys, including that huge guy?! Even this little nook we stumbled into can only delay the inevitable. We're also trapped here. That big guy can just rush us and flatten us like a pancake, and then the rest can mop up.

CHAPTER 6

But just as Ryan's gang was gathering together and it seemed to Alan that all hope was lost, there was a loud scream. "STOP! STOP!"

Everybody froze, not knowing if it was the police or what.

In fact, it was Heather, running down the same corridor that had taken Alan and Christine to the shed, wearing just her skimpy red cheerleader outfit. It had taken her a few minutes of running around before she got close enough to hear the sounds of fighting. Her approach had gone unnoticed thanks to the fighting, and by the time she yelled she was already only about twenty feet away from where Ryan's gang stood.

Ryan's gang had gone into the fight with casual attitudes, but now they were so worked up that they weren't very put off by Heather's appearance. Each one of them initially thought, Oh, it's just a cheerleader, and stepped forward to box Alan and Christine in even more.

But as Heather came to a halt about fifteen feet away from them, she screamed, "It's over! Stop! The police are here!"

"The police?!" Ryan asked. He knew there was a policeman providing regular security at the game, but had checked him out and was underwhelmed. The guy was older and fat, with a double chin on his double chin. He looked like the type who would be really bent out of shape to have to get up and do anything (which probably explained why he was given the lowly task of providing security at a high school football game).

Heather said, panting, "Yeah, he's coming. He's slow."

However, Ryan looked her in the eyes and really examined her expression. He concluded, "No he's not. That's bullshit. You're full of shit!"

In fact, Heather was bluffing. She had followed Ryan from afar, so far off in fact that she made a couple of wrong turns before she got within range of the fighting and followed that the rest of the way. She hadn't come across the police officer or anyone else on the way here. The mere fact that she was arguing with Ryan was a big victory, however, because it meant the fighting was still stopped while everyone decided what to do about her intrusion. Heather certainly was no fighter, but she could see that Alan and Christine were in a very bad position. Just one look at Aaron's sheer size was enough to tell her that.

Her goal was to throw up enough confusion so that the fighting would be delayed until others would come and help. She started slowly walking towards Alan and Christine as she kept talking to Ryan. "Seriously! You guys are the ones who are fucked. ... No wait. Why don't you just stay here, not believe me, and keep on fighting? Keep fighting until the police can see you and catch you in the act. Yeah, that's a smart move."

Aaron was not the brightest bulb, but he already had a police record and didn't want to add to it. Even with revenge in mind, this wasn't his fight or his school. "Hey, guys, maybe we should get out of here. Finish this off another day. Who is this chick, anyways? It seems like you know her." He was still limping back and forth, grimacing in pain.

Rock pointed at Heather angrily and said fiercely, "That WAS my girlfriend. Heather. I, I... had FEELINGS for her! But then this motherfuckin' asshole came along" - he pointed back towards Alan - "and ruined everything!"

Heather was very surprised by that. Feelings for me? That pencil-dicked asshole showed all the "feelings" of a Neanderthal. It was all about status; the quarterback going out with the hottest girl in school. But still, if he suffers from that delusion, I can use that to my advantage. He's practically getting gushy on me by his monosyllabic, pea-brained standards. I need to keep him talking about our so-called "relationship."

"What do you mean you had feelings for me? Feelings? You sure never showed 'em! You LOST me, you jerk! You didn't know how to treat a woman, and I only stayed with you until someone better came along. Which wasn't hard." She couldn't resist sexual innuendo even now.

Aaron stared at them, thinking, All this is about HER? Shit. Women trouble is the worst kind of trouble there is!

Rock tried to roar back, but it came out so strangled even Ivan goggled at him, "You two-timing WHORE! I treated you like a queen and you went behind my back in FRONT of me! Donna told me what really happened between you and him at the Baskin-Robbins!"

Donna spied on Heather just like Heather spied on Donna, and one of her friends had overheard Heather boasting about this incident. She'd gleefully told Rock what Heather had done with Alan as a means of splitting up Heather and Rock and improving Donna's odds of becoming Homecoming Queen.

This was news to Heather, and she made a definite note of Donna's scheming. But she didn't even flinch because she was in her element now. She put a hand on her hip, struck a pose, and said saucily, "Look. I can't help it if you failed to satisfy." She was about to launch into some really nasty comments about Rock's very undersized penis and compare it to what Alan's oversized penis could do to her, but then she remembered her position. She was surrounded by four angry guys who still had their fists up and were raring to fight. It was not a good idea to goad Rock into getting even angrier than he already was.

So she tried a different tack. "Rock, things were good at first between you and me, but then it just wasn't happening. I liked you, but there just wasn't that click, that spark, you know? If Alan hadn't come along, somebody else would have. In fact, if you want to talk about 'stealing me' away from you, you ought to know that I'M the one who aggressively went after HIM! Besides, I didn't think you cared for me at all. I thought I was just your arm candy."

"I cared, Heather, I really cared!" Rock was practically blubbering now. "I thought you were someone special. I thought we had that spark? Didn't we?"

Heather smiled at him sympathetically, but thought, Shit, how long do I have to string this loser along? He loved me? What a crock! He's not worthy of holding Alan's jock strap! Somebody come and save us already before I gag on all this stupid bullshit!

Ryan was coming out of his angry fighting mode and starting to logically assess the situation. He realized the presence of Heather was a very bad thing indeed, if one combined it with the fact that Christine was there as well. He said to the others, "Hey, this is very touching and all, but we need to either fish or cut bait."

But Rock cut him off before he could say more. "Shut up! This is important to me! Heather and I have some issues to settle, and I don't want any of you to touch a hair on her head. She's MINE!"

Ryan had been taking it for granted that the fighting would resume as soon as Aaron was ready. (Aaron still paced back and forth while staying in sight of Alan and Christine.) But as Ryan's blood lust had begun to fade a little as Heather continued to talk, his worries began to grow. Christine and Heather, they're like mortal enemies, everybody knows that. They don't agree on anything. If they both testify against us, that could be really bad. Hell, I don't even have a decent alibi like the others if I can't make it back to the bench, and how will I be able to make it back with Heather and the others running around and screaming bloody murder? I have to stop them from talking somehow. But how?

Fuck! What are we gonna do? It's not like we can just kill all three of 'em. They're gonna talk. The whole idea was to intimidate, but those two don't look very intimidated. If we just jump the fence right now, their wounds - hell, the blood on the ground! Rock's bleeding a bit too. With all that DNA testing shit, they'll probably be able to tell we were here.

I've gotta at least somehow get Heather to shut up. Or even get her on our side! What if she says that they started it? Hell, Christine and Heather really hate each other's guts - everybody knows that! If only I could use that to my advantage and get 'em to turn against each other. And Heather's a viper who rules the pit, but she's mercenary at heart and will sell out for the right offer. I just have to figure out something I've got that she wants. But what?!

CHAPTER 7

Unfortunately for Ryan, he did not really have anything that Heather wanted. What Heather wanted most at the moment was to impress Alan and get back in his good graces, so obviously betraying Alan to his enemies was a complete non-starter with her, but Ryan had no way of knowing that.

Four more people burst onto the scene even as Ryan was still trying to think of a way out. Susan and Suzanne had been running together, looking for Alan and Christine, while Simone and Sean were running together, doing the same. Both pairs had either gotten lost or had run in wrong directions until they came close enough to hear the sound of fighting.

All four of them had just met up inside the racquetball courts when they heard Christine's second call for help and realized where the fighting was taking place. Suzanne and Simone pulled out their cell phones to call in the location to Glory and 911 as Sean and Susan ran ahead to discover that they were on the wrong side, as the fighting was just outside the walls of the courts. Then the whole group, moving together, quickly rounded the western wall of the racquetball courts to race along the corridor between the courts and the library wall. They tried to sneak up, but were seen when they climbed over and through the flimsy barrier Ryan's gang had built to block that corridor.

Ivan saw them coming and cried, "Shit! This is NOT GOOD! I'm outta here!" He rushed to climb over the chain link fence on the north side of the shed that led to the empty canyon beyond it.

But Heather laughed contemptuously, then asked loudly, "Where are you going, Ivan Fedorov? You have seven witnesses who saw you here, so what good will that do?" She laughed some more. She was great at mocking laughs, especially as she'd had plenty of practice.

Ryan realized the gig was up and had made no attempt to move. "She's right, Ivan," he said wearily. "If you run, they'll just track you down anyway and you'll get in even more trouble. Besides, Aaron's in no shape to get away, so he'll be caught and lead the police to the rest of us."

Ivan had made it to the fence, but he stopped there and turned around. "FUCK!"

Susan, Suzanne, Simone, and Sean were all panting hard as they climbed over the barrier, since they'd been running practically nonstop the last five minutes.

But Suzanne said loudly and firmly, "FREEZE! Nobody move, nobody talk! Don't do anything! This is a crime scene and the police will be here in a minute!" That wasn't a bluff, either. Simone reinforced Suzanne's threat by loudly and conspicuously talking on her phone to Glory, who was guiding the police officer at the football game to the fighting site.

Rock had still been hoping against hope to finish off the fight once Aaron stopped hobbling around and was ready to go. He'd also been recovering from his own injuries, but upon hearing the mention of police arriving, he cursed, "FUUUUCCCK!"

He walked up to Aaron and said in a low voice, "Aaron, I'm totally screwed. Being caught on school grounds is an open and shut case for me anyway. These newcomers are just a bunch of old women. Can you just block Christine for a minute so I can finish Alan off?"

Aaron didn't get a chance to reply, though, because Susan had heard that and erupted in full Mama Grizzly Bear fury. She and the others had made it over the barrier and she was headed straight for her son, so she was close enough to hear Rock.

She stormed towards him, shouting, "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!"

Sensing trouble, Sean and Suzanne hurriedly tried to get between Susan and Rock. Grabbing Susan's arms, they managed to keep her from physically assaulting Rock, but only just barely.

She brought her livid face so close to his that he was forced to lean back and then step back as she kept coming at him. She was spitting and screaming at Rock while frantically wriggling in an effort to free herself. "If you touch a hair on his head, you're DEAD! Do you understand?! DEAD! He's my baby!"

Alan was a ways away so he couldn't help. He cringed at being called a "baby" and shielded his eyes so he wouldn't have to see his mother go postal.

Heather and Simone watched with fascination. Susan in her "mamma grizzly bear" mode was a sight to behold, to say the least, and both girls made mental notes never to tangle with her.

Sean and Suzanne were still frantically trying to hold Susan back, and just barely managing because Rock was rapidly backpedaling.

Suzanne cried out, "Stop! It'll create a legal nightmare! These guys are guilty as sin! Don't complicate things!"

Susan didn't seem dissuaded, and in fact it looked like she was going to rip Rock into little pieces unless Sean and Suzanne got more help, and fast. She cried out with great venom, "You BASTARD! HURTING MY BABY!" She plunged a hand into a pocket to pull out some pepper spray so she could at least nail Rock from a distance.

Suzanne managed to knock it out of Susan's hand, but not before Rock spotted it and backpedaled again into Ryan, who angrily threw him forward.

Ryan barked, "This was supposed to be about US, you pussy-whipped loser! Not some cunt! And now you're afraid of a MOM? Go cry to your own mommy!"

Rock whirled on Ryan, but Ivan stepped between them, saying "Cool it! We got enough problems! Shut your mouths! Don't say anything!"

Susan was still struggling wildly, threatening to break free. But then Suzanne had an idea and said, "Look at Alan! He needs your help!"

Susan looked at Alan, still standing by the shed with Christine, and completely forgot about Rock. Her vicious face instantly morphed into a deathly worried one while her body posture relaxed. As Sean and Suzanne let go, she opened her arms wide and ran to her son. "Oh, Tiger!"

She thought, My Tiger is hurt! He needs me! He was so brave; he's a hero! He needs his big-titted mommy! I just want to show him how much I love him and smother him in milky titty love! But we can't do that in public; it'll give everything away. I have to be STRONG, just like Tiger is strong! Keep it cool until we get home!

Sean positioned himself between Alan and Christine on one side and Rock and Aaron on the other to help out in case the fighting started again. Ryan and Ivan sagged in defeat farther away against the racquetball fence, talking softly as they tried to dream up excuses for their parents.

Suzanne picked up Susan's pepper spray and held it up (her own was in her purse back in the football stands), just to make sure those two wouldn't try anything. She gave them the evil eye. I hope they try something. I'd kill for an excuse to go psycho all over their asses! They hurt my Sweetie and that's unacceptable! Go ahead and try it, punks - make my day!

Simone had been standing close to the center of activity, prepared to fight. But seeing that there was no immediate danger, she rushed over to Heather to stand with her and block the other corridor leading away from the shed area.

Heather had her cell phone out now. She was calling her father Frank, who was in the stands watching the game, to come over and help. Since her father was a big and strong ex-Marine, she figured he could help with securing Ryan's gang if need be.

She also was surprised at how much she wanted him there right away. I sure am glad Dad is at the game. I can't believe it, but I can hardly wait for him to get here and hold me and hug me. Jesus, I sound like some kind of mushy soft girly-girl.

Susan rushed into Alan's arms and gave him a great big hug. It took a lot of willpower for her not to kiss him on the lips or show other signs of incestuous affection. "Tiger! Tiger! You're hurt!"

Suzanne rushed to Alan as well. She longed to hug him too, but she had more important things to do. She knew Susan's passions could barely be controlled, so her first job was to make sure Susan didn't say or do anything sexually incriminating.

But Susan gave her a look indicating that she was being mindful of public appearances.

Relieved, Suzanne looked around. The fight had clearly gone out of all four members of Rock's gang. They were just quietly standing around, looking defeated, with all but Ivan reeling from what looked to be quite painful wounds. Still holding the pepper spray, she pulled out her cell phone and called her lawyer.

The arrival of Glory and the heavyset police officer a minute or so later was anticlimactic because the situation was well under control by then.

The officer, whose name was Charlie, looked remarkably like Boss Hog from the Dukes of Hazzard and was sweating more than anybody else there, even though he'd exerted himself the least.

In fact, with the possible exception of Aaron, none of the members of Ryan's gang had any serious criminal tendencies - they were just spoiled, overconfident, and arrogant bullies. They came from rich families (again, except for Aaron), and assumed that their parents would soon arrive with legal representation and get them out of this fix.

Suzanne, though, was determined to make sure that didn't happen. She was more in charge of the scene for all practical purposes than the hapless police officer, at least until the school officials arrived, and made a blizzard of phone calls. She was determined to see that nothing would go wrong.

Glory was in a bind because she longed to hold Alan and comfort him, both like a mother and like a lover. But due to the other people there, she was forced to practically act like she didn't know him. She was afraid to show any affection at all, for fear that she would quickly spin out of control and kiss him on the lips.

She was relieved though to see how happy Alan appeared as he recognized her. He made a very grateful and loving expression in her direction, despite the risk. That greatly gratified her and gave her the strength to carry on without any comforting words or touches with him directly.

Still, her relief that Alan was okay was tempered by the sad feeling that she was an outsider. She envied Susan, who continued to hug and mother Alan like he was on death's door. She was reminded that he had a very close family and harem, and the two were nearly one and the same, yet she was not a part of it. She wouldn't be going home with him, nor would she be spending the night with him. Those thoughts weighed heavy on her mind. But luckily, there was suddenly much to do and she didn't have time to dwell on such issues.

Christine felt lost, sick, ashamed, depressed, and worst of all, somehow guilty, all the while trembling with the unexpended energy of her second adrenalin surge from when Aaron reappeared. Everyone else seemed to have something to do or someone to hug. She wanted to hug Alan, but Susan was still all over him like an octopus. Alan did profusely thank Christine while Susan continued to hug him, but Christine didn't pay close attention. She just stared towards the ground in a daze.

However, Heather's parents Frank and Helen had arrived on the scene just after Glory and the police officer. Frank checked to make sure that Heather was okay, then gave her a hug and a pat on the back. Then he noticed Christine's white face, depressed manner, trembling, and dazed look. He had commanded a Marine rifle company in the Gulf War over a decade earlier and recognized the symptoms, so he handed Heather off to Helen, went to Christine and spoke softly to her.

She replied to his gentle questioning and soon was sobbing into his protective arms while he soothed her. She was grateful for the attention and didn't care at the moment that he was the father of her worst enemy. Frank was a great big burly bear of a man, but he could also be a big softie at heart and the tender reassurance he was offering Christine was exactly what she needed right then. He was proud to give it to her.

Meanwhile, all sorts of other law enforcement officers, medical workers, school officials, and other functionaries began showing up.

Christine's parents Lars and Olga weren't at the game, but a school official had called them and they immediately rushed over. Christine felt a lot better after she was enveloped in yet more hugs from both her parents.

Frank Morgan pulled Lars aside and spoke earnestly to him about what Christine needed over the weekend in order to quickly recover from the emotional trauma of the fight.

Alan and Christine were amazed at the fuss that was being made over what had happened. Soon, yellow police tape had marked off the crime scene and Rock, Ryan, Ivan, and Aaron had been handcuffed.

Ryan had been quiet along with the others. As the bracelets on his wrists tightened and the officer was reading him his Miranda rights, it began to really sink in just how the situation was being treated, he snapped at Rock, "This is bullshit! I'm not going to take the fall for you! This is YOUR problem. I was dragged into this against my will!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Rock growled incredulously. "It was YOUR plan."

Ryan lied, "Yeah, but I only meant to intimidate Alan. I didn't think there'd be any violence."

"That's such BULLSHIT!" Rock shouted. "Oh, I get it - you're trying to weasel out of it now, aren't you? Are you going to stab me in the back? I thought you were my friend!"

"Hey, I am NOT going to prison!"

Suzanne listened to their arguing with a wolfish grin. In recent days, and especially in the last 24 hours, she'd had brief but very informative discussions with Heather and Simone around the time of the group meeting that morning, plus longer discussions with Glory, Katherine, and others. She'd pieced together the story of how Rock was cuckolded by Heather with Alan, and she knew some of the friendship between Rock and Ryan.

She thought, Ryan's going to squeal like a pig! Count on it! Why should he ruin his future to get revenge for Rock's romantic failures? It's not his fight. It's a wonder he went to such lengths to plan this fight for a friend, but I can tell they won't be friends for long! Ryan's gonna try to pin this all on Rock and Rock will try to pin it all on him. And there are those other two. With all their infighting, we'll be able to get the dirt on not only these guys here today, but all their other cohorts.

CHAPTER 8

The football game was still going on, but Katherine and Amy were called and both abandoned their cheerleading duties to rush to the scene. They brought the purses and shoes that Susan, Suzanne, and Glory had entrusted to the couple who had been sitting nearby in the stands.

By the time the two girls got there, Alan and Christine were being loaded onto wheeled stretchers, despite protesting that they didn't need them. Suzanne knew the stretchers were unnecessary, but had tangled with school administrators before and muttered dark legal threats until those were brought out. The stretchers would put the two heroes at the front of the hospital emergency room's waiting line for treatment, and so get them out faster. There were no lanes for the necessary ambulances to come close, so the stretchers had to be wheeled to the nearest parking lot.

Katherine and Amy were beyond horrified to see Alan lying in a stretcher. Their first thought was that he was dying or already dead.

Both were already crying as they rushed up to him.

"OH MY GOD!" Katherine shouted. "Brother! Are you okay?!"

Alan smiled. "I'm fine. Just a few bruises and cuts. Nothing's broken. And we won! Don't worry. This is just a formality."

Amy was trembling. "Really? Don't lie!"

"Really! I didn't want to get on this stretcher at all, and neither did Christine. We just have some bruises, is all. But Suzanne and the assistant principal... what's his name? Mr. Garcia. They absolutely insist. It's some kind of legal thing. We've gotta be checked out at a hospital even if we're perfectly okay." His words switched to the fight in general. "Can you believe it? We actually came out of this okay!"

Katherine let out a great sigh of relief. "Oh, THANK GOD! Really? Can I hug you?"

He smiled. "Definitely!"

Katherine and Amy practically threw themselves at him, but they could only do so much trying to hug him while he was lying down on a stretcher. They were crying even as they laughed with joy knowing that he was okay. They bent over him and tried to hug as much of him as they could until he winced from his bruised sides.

Suzanne walked up behind Katherine and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, that stretcher needs to move." As Katherine stood back up, Suzanne pointed towards the patient but slightly annoyed paramedic waiting to push the stretcher away.

As Suzanne walked around the stretcher to pry Amy off Alan on the other side, she said, "Alan's right, this is just a formality. With any luck, Susan and I will get them in and out of the hospital in an hour. Then we'll take Alan home and you can hug him all you want."

That thought cheered Amy and Katherine considerably, and they started to disengage so both Alan and Christine could get pushed away.

But as Amy started to lift her head, she remembered that as Alan's official girlfriend, she could get away with more in public. She placed her mouth up to his nearest ear and whispered, "Speaking of hugs, my lips want to give Alan Junior a good long hug, if you know what I mean." He didn't answer, so she paused uncertainly and then added, "That means I want to suck your cock a really, really super long time to show how happy I am that you're okay."

He chuckled, even though it hurt his bruised sides. "Yeah, I kind of figured that out." He looked up at her with a loving smile.

Katherine very lightly punched Alan on the shoulder, making sure to pick a spot that didn't look hurt.

"What?" Alan asked.

"That's for looking like you're dying and scaring me half to death!" But she was widely smiling even as the tears still rolled down her face.

A paramedic was tapping his foot, more than ready to push the stretcher away, and he thought he'd finally be able to.

But acting on impulse, Amy suddenly bent back down and gave Alan a nice long kiss on the lips.

Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, Heather, Simone, Glory, and even Christine in her stretcher stared longingly at the kiss. They all wished they could be in Amy's shoes.

Susan was watching Alan particularly closely. It was taking all her willpower (and some private, strong words from Suzanne) not to stick by Alan and hold his hand all the way to the hospital. Heck, if she had her way she would have been happy to lie on the stretcher with him. Or better yet, naked and on top of him. It drove her crazy, but she knew she had to restrain herself lest people start to suspect things.

She thought, As Suzanne keeps telling me, a good mommy has to do more than just suck and get fucked. Sometimes I have to look responsible, and even wear clothes. Even a bra, for crying out loud! Yuck. Sadly, this is one of those times. I can't even so much as suck on his fingers. But I'm a good mommy. I have to stay strong!

She gave Alan a blazing hot look as she thought, But just you wait until we get home, Tiger! You're my hero! My brave, strong hero. And you deserve a great big hero's welcome, that's for sure! Mommy's gonna get all naked as she drops to her knees and serves her Master with her hungry mouth and busty body! Maybe you need to tie Mommy up and give her a good spanking for wearing a bra, and then bend her over and...

Shoot! I can't do this. Not here, not now. I have to keep it together. I have to! ... Oh, poo! Why does he have to be so heroic and studly all the time?!

With Alan and Christine finally rolling out of sight, and Heather's and Christine's parents busy talking to a school official, Suzanne gathered Susan, Amy, Katherine, Glory, Sean, Simone, and Heather into a private huddle away from everyone else.

Taking charge, Suzanne said, "Good news, everyone. Now, it's obviously bad that Alan and Christine had to fight and get hurt, but the good side is that this should permanently remove the football player threat. Those four guys are in a world of trouble. I've been talking to my lawyer, the vice principal, and others, and I think it's pretty certain that all four are going to have to do some jail time."

"Jail time?" Amy squeaked, shocked.

Glory nodded. "I don't know all the ins and outs of what happened at the fight, but in Rock's case what happened doesn't really matter. He'd been expelled from this school and he came back onto the school grounds. That's an open and shut case right there since it can't be denied he was here. He might get a year in jail just from that, and I'm sure there'll be other charges against him."

"Really?!" Sean was very surprised.

"Sure," Glory said. "The law is very clear. After all, once someone's been expelled, what else can you threaten them with to keep them away but jail time? Usually when someone comes back it means big trouble, like what happened today. So this is taken very seriously. Mr. Garcia told me Ryan and Ivan are also being suspended immediately pending expulsion, and will not come back to this school next week, if ever."

Suzanne nodded. "They're all in a world of hurt. It's obvious that Ryan will gladly sell out the others to save his own skin. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if ALL of them try to cut a deal at each other's expense. But none of them are going to get off scot free; I'm going to make sure of that. And my lawyer says we can also tie this fight into a larger conspiracy against Alan, and so sweep up the rest of Ryan's clique. There clearly was a conspiracy in every sense of the word to get Alan. You all remember when they threw him down the stairs, punched him, painted his chair, and all that. They'll all be charged with what any of them have done. If any of the guys arrested today want any leniency at all, they'll have to rat on all the other conspirators, which will let us completely flush the whole rotten lot down the toilet. The others obviously won't be in as much trouble, but an incident this public means they'll all be transferred to other schools at the very least. So our worries are over."

Everyone gave a sigh of relief at that.

Heather and Simone shared a private grin. They had no doubts at all who would be spreading the word about this incident, not to mention the dividends that would be coming their way for months to come from Heather's maneuverings yesterday on the phone.

Heather was particularly elated. She knew that a lot of girls would be practically kissing her feet in gratitude for having been given the heads up in advance, so they could publicly burn their bridges and steer clear of guys who were now going to be radioactive for the rest of the year, all before the shit hit the fan. Meanwhile, Rebecca, Ryan's girlfriend, would be pleading for crumbs from her hand, to keep her part in this criminal conspiracy from becoming public knowledge. All of this would do wonders for her chances to win Homecoming Queen, effectively erasing the hit her reputation had taken for dumping Rock and getting involved with Alan in the first place.

But Heather was even more excited over what this could mean for her relationship with Alan. She hoped her brave stand in stalling the fight would put her back in his good graces. She was honestly surprised at just how very elated that prospect made her.

I rock! I totally rock! Alan's ass ban is so gonna be history; I just know it! I'm gonna go from his doghouse right back to being his brick shithouse and living in total Bitchslut heaven! Yep, he's gonna be calling me his one and only Bitchslut again as he pumps and pounds my ass like only he can! With any luck and a little necessary pushiness I'll have him in me before today is even over!

Thinking about Christine standing next to Alan after the fight, and having some vague notions of Christine's martial arts skills, she continued with a bit more worry, I didn't get to see what happened in the fight, but knowing the Ice Prude and the way she's been trying to cozy up to MY Alan lately, she's probably going to try to take all the credit. Ice BITCH! But whatever she did before I arrived is moot since the fight was obviously about to restart and they would have been creamed had it not been for ME and MY brilliant delaying tactics. I just need to make sure he understands who had the REAL pivotal role in this fight!

Suzanne went on, "Furthermore, this will be like a charm of protection for Alan for the rest of the year. Anyone else who messes with him might get sucked into this whole conspiracy situation, so all but the total idiots will steer clear."

"Wow, that's cool," Amy said. "But isn't he gonna have all kinds of court trouble and stuff?"

"Not if I can help it," Suzanne said. "I've got some pull here and there, and where I don't have pull I'm gonna get it. I can guarantee you almost 100 percent though that this will be settled before a trial. The only one who might fight is Rock, and he doesn't have a leg to stand on. And for press, there's bound to be a story in the local rag, but I'm gonna smooth things over to make sure this story doesn't have any legs beyond the bare minimum coverage."

Heather, always sensitive to the levers of power, asked, "How are you going to do that?" She was very interested in Suzanne's techniques. She'd never really given much thought to Amy's mother, except to acknowledge to herself how attractive she was, but by the way Suzanne had taken charge today she could tell that this was an impressive woman with formidable talents. She wanted to learn from her.

Suzanne could practically read Heather's mind. I'll bet you'd like to pick my brain, wouldn't you, blondie? Well, it ain't gonna happen. You're dangerous enough as it is. The last thing I wanna do is teach you new ways to try to manipulate my Sweetie. However, I wouldn't mind picking YOUR brain. Alan seems pretty attached to fucking your ass, and after checking it out I certainly can see why. Heck, you might even end up in the harem someday, if you ever get your shit together. So I need to make it my business to understand YOU. Heh-heh.

But Suzanne just smiled enigmatically and said, "I have my ways. But this is not the time to gab, as I've got a lot of things to do at the hospital. If you're really curious, maybe we can meet or talk on the phone some other time."

"I'd really like that, Ms. Pestridge," Heather replied in an obsequious manner.

Suzanne nodded at that and continued, "I just wanted everyone to know that things are good and there's no reason to worry. Both Alan and Christine were a little dinged up, but by the time school starts on Monday you won't be able to tell from looking that they'd been in a fight at all. Now, some of those bullies are more hurt, but I'm not exactly going to cry about that. Everything is going to work out from here just fine, trust me. Thank you, by the way, all of you, for coming through in a pinch. Everybody did great."

Heather cut in, acting as if Suzanne was talking only to her, "Yeah, it was pretty touch and go. When I arrived, Alan and Christine were just about to be totally defeated. But my quick thinking and stall tactics saved the day."

Suzanne frowned at that, but just said, "We can talk about that sort of thing later, but right now, who wants to come with me to the hospital?"

Susan raised her hand in a split second and practically threw herself in front of Suzanne. "ME! Me, me, me, me, me, me, me! Let's go!"

Suzanne smiled widely at that, and also noted that Amy and Katherine were eagerly raising their hands. She thought, Why am I always the one who has to take charge of all this unpleasant stuff? I'm hoping at least Glory can help me out with some things. I don't want my Sweetie to be unduly bothered by the fallout from this fight, but I'm certainly gonna have my hands full for the next couple of days.

CHAPTER 9

Alan and Christine were lying down side by side for the duration of the ambulance ride to the hospital. They talked, but Alan was so hyped up that he more or less babbled about inconsequential things the whole way there. Mostly, he kept talking about how amazed he was that they'd won and how impressed he was at Christine's "kick ass" fighting skills.

Christine was hyped up too. Their bodies were exhausted and yet filled with nervous energy, and their minds kept racing and racing. Christine tried to pay attention to Alan's rambling in order to keep her mind distracted from going over the fight.

When they got to the hospital, they were separated and examined.

Christine was examined for about 45 minutes. She had bruises on the striking edges of her hands and feet, plus bruises and scrapes on one hip, an elbow, and a leg from sliding on the ground after her flying knee kick at Aaron. A big bandage was wrapped around her scraped elbow after it was cleaned. Her ER doctor was much more concerned about her emotional state, particularly as her father had passed on Frank Morgan's comments, and questioned Christine at length.

Alan was only examined and treated for about 20 minutes. He had the characteristic minor bruises and skinned knuckles of a fairly common high school fight, although the hand he favored had taken much more abuse than the other, which also had a minor bite wound. He had been hit in the face a number of times, but luckily he'd taken most of those punches on the chin and jaw. His eyes and nose were perfectly fine. The bite wound was cleaned and bandaged, and the skinned knuckles of the other hand were bandaged as well.

Susan, Suzanne, Lars, and Olga waited for the examinations of Alan and Christine to end. Suzanne was busy running around talking on the telephone and pestering the staff to give better treatment to the two heroes. This left Susan to talk to Lars and Olga in the waiting room.

After the introductions and compliments about each others' children, Susan said, "I want to thank you again for raising such an impressive and talented daughter. If it wasn't for Christine's martial arts skills, I hate to think what would have happened to my... uh... son." (She'd wanted to say "Tiger.")

Lars said, "Yes, we're very proud of her. I was a little annoyed to find out that she's been running around for the past day or two serving as Alan's 'bodyguard'. But given what's happened, it certainly looks like he needed one. I hope he's not some kind of guy who always has trouble following him around."

Olga said, "Lars, shush! You know as well as I do that Alan is a top student and just about the most upstanding boy in the whole school."

Susan thought with hidden glee, Well, if by "upstanding" you're referring to his cock, that's certainly true!

Olga went on, "That's why those terrible little monsters hated him so much." She turned to Susan and said with understanding, "We've had a vexing problem with Christine for years. She has so few friends because the other girls are all jealous and always trying to tear her down. She's had no dates in, well, basically ever, until Alan came along. I think it's great that they stick up for each other. Besides, it's so romantic!"

Susan blinked at that and asked, "Romantic?" She envisioned her son as more of a relentless, insatiable, dominant stud and had a hard time seeing him as a romantic gentleman. However, now that she thought of it, she found the idea incredibly arousing.

"Sure!" Olga said gaily. "Christine tries to downplay what's happening, but I can see right through her. 'Practice dates'. Right!" She chuckled. "Who ever heard of a practice date? And the way Christine talks about him!" She leaned forward towards Susan and stage whispered with a cupped hand by her mouth, "Just between you and me, I think Christine is head over heels in love!"

Susan thought, Uh-oh. If the Anderssens only knew what the real situation was, I don't think they'd be too pleased. I'd better try to lower expectations. "Um, well, actually, Alan refers to them as practice dates too. Maybe that's all they are."

Olga waved her hand dismissively. "Pshaw! Practice for what? That's like going on a 'practice' vacation in preparation for a 'real' vacation. They're the same thing! Personally, I think that's so cute, though. They're obviously both so shy and sexually inexperienced that they need a fig leaf like that to get over their dating jitters. I just wonder how far they've gone already. I know they've kissed. I'll bet it was the first kiss for both of them. How magical!" She was practically swooning as she was overcome with romantic nostalgia, probably recalling her first kiss.

That inspired Susan to also think magical, happy thoughts, but in a very different way. Suddenly, she had a vivid vision of herself in the very hospital room she was actually in, crawling on her hands and knees towards her son's turgid erection. She reached it soon enough and began enthusiastically sucking on it. She could practically feel the gentle stroking of his hands in her hair as he guided her hungry mouth onto his hot and pulsing shaft. The weight and flavor of his penis on her tongue only added to her need to suck as she inched his thickness towards her open throat.

As if that wasn't scandalous enough, a nude Katherine appeared by her side in the vision and joined her in licking up and down Alan's shaft. Then Suzanne also appeared, naked as well, and kissed Alan on his lips. It occurred to her this exact combo had happened in real life recently, and that aroused her all the more. She grinned as she imagined Lars and Olga stuttering and shrieking in dismay at the lewd sex act taking place before them.

She thought, Okay, I've gotta act cool. I can't appear surprised. I have to just pretend like I'm in full agreement and smile and nod. I wish Suzanne was here. I have to be clever and crafty like her! Should I let them know that Tiger is not exactly Mr. Pure and Virginal anymore? I mean, they're gonna get wind of that sooner or later, right? Or should I play clueless? If the Anderssens don't think that Tiger and Christine are an item, they're probably going to get upset that Christine got all bruised up defending just "some guy." I'd better take the clueless approach. That's what Suzanne would do. ... I think.

She said, "Did they kiss? That's great. They certainly would make a fetching couple, wouldn't they?"

Lars winced.

Olga noticed, and said, "Look at poor Lars. He has such trouble letting her go. Me too. But on the other hand, I'm so relieved. Christine, well, she never showed ANY interest in ANY boys. With her looks, you'd think she'd be fighting them off with a stick, but few have ever asked and she's shot those down. All of them! So we're trying to bend over backwards to accommodate this growing romance."

Susan's eyes went wide and sex was suddenly on her brain. "Bend over backwards!" That could be me, bending over backwards to accommodate Tiger's growing stick! His shooting stick!

Olga added, "Obviously, it's way too early to talk about something like marriage, but this seed of love, who knows? Maybe it'll grow into something big."

Susan's eyes practically popped out of her head. "Seed." "SEED!" Tasty, spermy seed! Growing into something big, like his big, fat, yummy cock sliding between my lips! Or even him breeding me, knocking me up, making my tummy grow big! AARGH! Can't think about that - too exciting! Need to focus on blowjobs, soothing, comforting blowjobs. ... Which reminds me - how's Alan Junior holding up, I wonder? I wish I could just slip into his examination room and guzzle down a load before he starts to suffer painful blue balls. He's in too much pain already!

Olga saw Susan's wide-eyed look and luckily misinterpreted it. "So sorry! By mentioning marriage, I didn't mean to imply anything. It's just that I can feel it deep inside that these two have some special type of connection. Don't you think?"

Susan groaned inwardly with profound lust. "Feel it deep inside"? Is she trying to drive me crazy?! Why doesn't she just say, "Fuck and suck your son blah blah blah special type of connection?"

But she calmed herself, and just said, "Don't worry about it. I guess I'm just a little like Lars. Words like that make me realize that my little boy is turning into a big, strong man. But a good thing is that today they really stood up for each other. That shows they share a serious emotional commitment. I'm amazed at the way Christine handled herself. From what I heard, it sounds like she was some kind of super fighter. You've raised an amazingly talented girl."

Lars coughed, as he didn't know how to handle compliments. "Um, well, perhaps, but I should warn you. I had a brief but interesting conversation with Frank Morgan just before we left to come here. You know him? Heather Morgan's father?"

"I've never met him personally, but I've heard of him. He certainly is a very large and imposing gentleman."

"Yes, he is," Lars agreed. "I'm sure that's related to the fact he was in the Marines for many years. He fought in battle, too. He warned me that Christine may be going through some of the same kinds of turmoil soldiers do after battle, particularly after their first battle. Obviously it's not the same, but this was her first violent encounter and so the emotions and physical reactions are strong. He gave me some good advice, which I passed on to the doctor already. Alan might suffer from some of the same symptoms, so I thought you might want to know, too."

"Sure," Susan said. "Please, tell me more."

Lars explained, "The body and mind have both been put into a very excitable state. It's a defense mechanism to help with combat, I suppose. Frank said that both body and mind will be running with excess energy for hours. This is especially true because the fight apparently paused and then was about to start up again, so both of them received a second adrenalin surge, and then didn't find an outlet for that. Frank said the best way to deal with this conflict is strenuous exercise to burn off the remaining adrenalin so the body can stop racing and get the rest it needs. Then they should take it easy, relax for the rest of the day, and sleep if they feel like it. Have your son run or something, then give him some time to unwind. It probably would be good if you could just talk to him and help him relax. Maybe have him take some sleeping pills tonight if he's still feeling jittery. Then see how he's feeling tomorrow. If he's still stressing over the fight, it might be a good idea to have him talk to a counselor or therapist."

Susan thought, Goodness! I know how to help him unwind: blowjobs! Lots and lots of blowjobs! And all that strenuous exercise, he can burn off that energy fucking me in every hole! Then we can have him see Xania and fuck her too! But I can't just think about sex, despite his huge sperm-filled cock needing so desperately to be drained. Mr. Anderssen is certainly giving some good advice. I'm definitely going to follow that to the letter. ... Plus lots of blowjobs, heh-heh!

Susan remained on her best behavior (although her head was filled with thoughts of blowjobs). She got on well with Olga in particular and did not dissuade Olga's big hopes that something serious could be developing between Alan and Christine. In fact, by the time they were done talking, the two women were practically already planning the wedding arrangements.

CHAPTER 10

Alan emerged from his examination to find Susan talking to Lars and Olga. He'd never been formally introduced to them, and this was hardly an ideal occasion to meet them for the first time. But soon enough the requisite introductions were made. He wanted to make a good impression, so he praised Christine to the high heavens, especially her valiant role in the fight. It was easy to do, since he meant every word.

He also buttered up the Anderssen parents with lots of compliments. That was easy to do too, since they'd obviously done a great job raising Christine. And when he said to Olga, "It's easy to see where Christine gets her beautiful looks," that was completely true as well. He could have added that it was obvious Christine had inherited her big breasts from her mother, since Olga appeared to be about a D-cup, but naturally he didn't get that explicit.

After about five minutes of chatting, Olga was looking at him like she wanted to plan the wedding for the next weekend. Even Lars seemed grudgingly impressed by Alan's personality and manners.

As Alan was saying his good-byes to Christine's parents, Susan confidentially spoke to Suzanne in a quiet voice down the hospital hallway. She hissed conspiratorially, "Suzanne, I was good. I was really good. I hardly slipped up at all."

"'Hardly'?"

"Well, I did have some fantasies, but how could I not, when you-know-who is so incredibly you-know-what." Even now, Susan was talking obliquely, just to be on the safe side.

Suzanne didn't quite know the "you-know-what," but she got the gist.

Susan continued, "I don't think I let on what I was thinking, though. I was being really careful. But it's just not fair! Think of the... you know." She dropped her voice to a very quiet whisper. "The blue balls! During his examination, shouldn't they at least have a sexy nurse 'examine' his penis and take a sperm sample with her mouth or something? Where's Nurse Akami when we need her?"

Suzanne looked around carefully. "Mind your language. The walls have ears."

Susan nodded, and then added, "By the way, Olga told me that Christine is quote head over heels in love with Alan unquote. Isn't that great?"

Suzanne's eyes narrowed as she momentarily switched into her scheming mode. "She is? Hmmm. Interesting. Very, very interesting."

Susan looked at her friend with curiosity, but Suzanne gave no clue as to what she was thinking about that.

Susan and Suzanne had come to the hospital in one car, and dutifully walked Alan to the big SUV after he was checked out. They were calm and collected until they were all seated in the car, just in case someone might be looking.

But Susan made sure that Alan sat with her in the back while Suzanne took the driver's seat. Susan was unable to give Alan the kind of kiss she really wanted to give him for fear that someone could see through the window, but she ran her hand through his hair and said, "Thank goodness that's over. Now the loving healing can begin. God, Son, I wish I could kiss you. I wanna make out like horny teenagers. Suzanne, can I kiss him?"

"Not like that. Not yet."

"Oh, poo!" But her face brightened as a new idea came to her. "What about a blowjob? Then I'll be down below the windows. Tiger, are you up for a blowjob? Would you like to throat fuck your anxious but horny Mommy all the way home? A good cocksucking always brings me great peace of mind."

Alan grinned and unzipped his fly. "Sure."

But Suzanne said, "Hold it! Can you two wait at least until I get out of the parking lot? Sheesh!"

"But the tinted windows," Susan said as she reached for her son's crotch.

"Behave!" Suzanne said in a near yell. "Tinted windows or not, you're his mother. It's too risky. Just wait a few minutes already. Sheesh."

Susan moaned and crossed her arms under her huge breasts in frustration.

Suzanne looked in the rear view mirror and made eye contact with Alan as she drove the SUV through the parking lot. "I'm sure I speak for both of us when I say we're really, really proud of you. You more than held your own against great odds. Not only does that make me proud as a mother, but it makes me really damn horny as a lover, to know that my man is strong and brave."

Susan nodded her head. "I can't agree enough with that. Son, I'm so PROUD of you!" When she said "proud" she closed her eyes briefly and seemingly almost climaxed. She was beyond antsy.

Alan sighed. "Thanks, but I don't really deserve that. It was mostly Christine, to be honest. I was just holding on for dear life. I was so freaked out, and, well, basically scared shitless." His mind was still racing from the fight and the aftermath. He didn't have sex on the brain and his penis was only half-hard despite the promise of an imminent blowjob.

"You're too modest!" Susan strongly protested. "I just know in my heart that you were the big hero. You're MY big hero! And heroes deserve to have their cocks sucked by their big-titted mommies. A lot!" She giggled excitedly as she stared at his crotch.

He was going to protest that, but Suzanne said to him, "Let her have her fun and think what she wants to think. It makes her happy."

Alan could see Suzanne's point. So he just said to both of them, "That reminds me: this blowjob idea is great and all, but I've gotta warn you that I don't feel like my normal self. I feel weirded out somehow, excited, and horny, but also kinda light-headed and weak. The doctor warned me that I'm probably gonna feel a little freaked out for the rest of the day. He even said 'freaked out'. So I don't think any kind of big sexual Olympics are in the cards. I think I'm just gonna chill out and take a nap when we get home."

Suzanne said, more to Susan than to Alan, "That's okay. We can be patient and understanding. Can't we, Susan?"

Susan nodded like a chastened child agreeing to a punishment.

To help pass the time, Susan relayed almost word for word what Lars had told her. The well being of her son came first, and she was very determined to make sure everything was done right to ensure he was fully healed and back to his normal self as soon as possible.

Suzanne listened very carefully. By this time, the SUV was traveling at high speed on a major road.

With her explanation done, Susan began fidgeting with excitement so much that it seemed like she was going to fall out of her seat altogether. She looked to Suzanne in the front seat with great expectation, waiting for permission.

Alan found her behavior endearing and more than a little bit amusing.

Suzanne wanted to stall for some more time, fearing that she'd get too aroused to drive if Susan and Alan got hot and heavy in the back seat. But seeing Susan's eager look, she didn't have the heart to delay any longer. "Okay, Susan. Knock yourself out."

Susan sighed with contentment as she bent over and took Alan's penis into her mouth.

His shaft was half-hard in expectation, but it quickly hardened the rest of the way as she worked her tongue around and around his penis head. He still wasn't in the mood that much, but that was rapidly changing, as Susan's enthusiasm was infectious.

Suzanne sighed in frustration and envy as she continued to drive. "Susan, what's with you and blowjobs? I do all the hard work around here and you get all the fun. You spend half the day with his cock down your throat and him pawing your milky tits. I should be the one in the back seat with my Sweetie this time."

Alan asked her, "Why aren't you? You really did a bang up job, Mother. Why not have Susan drive while you have a little fun?"

"I'd love to," Suzanne said, "but frankly, I'd worry about my safety. Susan's bound to get 'so hot!' for one reason or another. Heck, just the sound of me slurping would probably push her over the edge. And then she'll get so excited and carried away that she'd crash the car. No thanks."

"Good point," Alan admitted. "But when we get home I'm gonna treat you like a queen and give you lots of orgasms, 'cos you really did great."

Suzanne smiled. "Thanks, Sweetie. But you're the one who did great, you and Christine."

He had been feeling somewhat aroused, but not terribly aroused because he was also stressed out and jittery, hurting from his injuries, and thinking about many different things. But after a minute or two of Susan's tongue and lip work, he felt a surge of lust that surprised him by its intensity. "Um, gals? This is weird, but I'm like... really, really horny all of a sudden. I mean, not just I'm enjoying a great blowjob type horny, but more of a 'I wanna fuck a dozen women for hours and hours' kind of horny!"

Susan let out a happy "MMMM!" as her tongue lolled around his penis head.

"I've heard about the horny part," Suzanne replied. "It's in lots of romance novels. Heroes often go nutso about sex after winning a fight. I'll bet there's a lot of truth to that."

"DAMN, yeah!" He grabbed Susan's head with both of his bandaged hands and encouraged her to go faster and deeper.

Suzanne, though, was frustrated. Susan tended to make a lot of contented "mmmm!" noises during her blowjobs, and this time she was especially loud, not because she was trying to be inconsiderate to Suzanne, but just because she was so ecstatic she couldn't contain herself.

Suzanne turned on the radio. "Lady Marmalade" by Labelle was playing. She liked that tune, and she saw through the rear view mirror that Susan started bobbing her head to the funky rhythm. But when the song ended, she changed the dial to a classical station. However, even a soaring Beethoven symphony couldn't drown out all the moaning, mmmming, and slurping coming from the backseat.

Suzanne was slowly going out of her mind. For one thing, she could detect a sex smell coming from the back seat already, and that heady aroma was like someone had put a vibrator on her clit. She rolled down her window, hoping that would help, but it didn't. She took off her dark red jacket, hoping that would help cool her off, but that didn't help either.

She tilted her rear view mirror so she could peek in on the action, but since Alan happened to be sitting directly behind her, she couldn't see much. All she could see was Susan's back and her long mane of hair as she bobbed up and down. But that was enough to whet her desire. She knew EXACTLY what Susan was feeling. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open, because she was tempted to close them and luxuriate in recalling vivid memories of Alan's penis sliding in between her own lips and stroking into her throat.

She suddenly slapped the steering wheel, to shake herself up as much as anything. "Dammit! Don't have... so much fun back there!"

There was no answer. Alan had his eyes closed and was lost in the pleasures of Susan's tongue work. Suzanne thought, Boy, that sounded stupid. But enough with the orgasmic slurping already! When am I going to make it home?! When, when, when?!

Her pussy was gushing with cum, so much so that it had leaked through her panties and was dripping down onto her expensive skirt, which was part of an ensemble. Impulsively, she lifted her ass and pulled her skirt down her legs, and her sticky panties for good measure, too. Then, with another glance to the rear view mirror to check out the back seat action, she began intermittently diddling her clit with one hand while holding the steering wheel with the other.

I'm gonna get us all killed, but I can't help myself! I'm worse than Susan! I have to admit, seeing my brave Sweetie take on all those brutes and more than hold his own makes me even MORE hot for him than I already was! I didn't even know that was possible. Susan's right - he needs to be rewarded with lots of blowjobs and more! He's so STRONG and MANLY!

She checked her emotions, trying to get back under control. I need to shut up. I sound worse than Susan. Here I am, like a schoolgirl gushing over her very first crush. She looked down at her busy fingers. And gushing is the word! If I don't slam this car into a tree, we're all gonna drown in my pussy juice!

She breathed a huge sigh of relief as the Plummer and Pestridge houses finally came into view. She hit the garage door opener early, zoomed right into the Plummer house garage, and closed the door fast.

But Susan either didn't notice or didn't care that they'd arrived, and just kept on sucking.

CHAPTER 11

Suzanne hit the steering wheel in frustration, now that the car's engine was turned off. "Susan, your goddamned 'mmmm' sounds are driving me crazy! I want some of that 'mmmm mmmm' yummy goodness!"

She stepped out of the car and then climbed back into the back seat, frowning intensely. At least Angel and Honey Pie haven't noticed we've arrived, 'cos I want a piece of her son's cock and I want it NOW! Sharing it with Susan is always fun, but I don't want to share it four ways at once, for crying out loud! She also was too horny to wait until they made it all the way to a bedroom. Even as she was closing the back seat door, she was already taking off her blouse.

Susan was so into bobbing on her son's shaft while fondling his balls that she didn't even realize what was happening until she heard the door right next to her slam and looked up to see Suzanne right there, taking her bra off. Her eyes lit up and she pulled her head back off Alan's crotch so she could get topless too.

Wanting to keep Alan from going flaccid while they were undressing (even though there was a zero percent chance of that happening), Susan said, "Look, Son. I know you're in pain, but look at your two big-titted mommies. We're here for you. We love you. Our hot mouths are gonna make you feel so good that you'll forget all about those nasty bruises!"

Alan nodded as he thought, Now, THIS is more like it! Funnily enough, a couple of weeks ago, the fight would have seemed like reality and this the dream, but now this seems like the reality and the fight some distant nightmare already. THIS is what I'm good at; this is what I do. I fuck hot centerfold mommies! Heh-heh-heh!

Suzanne had a head start in undressing since she'd started first, so Susan added, "Mother, take him deep! Show him what that long snake tongue of yours can do!"

Alan groaned loudly as Suzanne's lips enveloped his penis head, and then her extraordinary tongue came out to play. She was bent over with her huge tits dangling down, and he couldn't resist that. He reached out and cupped her nearest breast with one hand and reached up to cup one of Susan's breasts with his other hand.

Susan bent down and licked his balls since Suzanne had complete possession of his penis and showed no signs of giving that up.

Alan thought, Now, THIS is more like it! Fuck fighting. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Mom's right - the pleasure's so intense that I'm forgetting all about the fight. What a pair of moms! What love! What bodies! Ugh! What fucking TONGUES! The fight had unleashed a host of hormones within him and he could feel his body coming alive as his pleasure grew and grew.

But he said, "Mommy and Mother, this is great, but it's frustrating, too. I feel all this ENERGY within me, but I'm just sitting here passively. I need to let it out. I don't just want a blowjob; I want to fuck your faces! Let's go inside."

Susan also didn't want Katherine and Amy to come along and interrupt her fun, so she wasn't keen on going inside just yet. She had a Eureka moment and pulled up. "No, let's not! Suzanne, get up for a sec. Don't you remember? This seat folds down!"

The three of them worked together and quickly got the seat down. The situation still wasn't ideal for sex, but it was better than it had been. Strangely, none of them thought about going outside the car, perhaps because the garage was messy and dirty.

Susan and Suzanne both lay down while Alan sat up in front of them. They spontaneously deliberately struck the same pose.

Susan said, "Look, Son. You have not one, but TWO super busty, super hot mommies! Look at our helpless naked bodies!"

Suzanne's irritable mood was gone and she was happy beyond delight. She wiggled her body and ran a hand through her deep cleavage as she purred in her scratchy but sexy voice, "What are you going to do to us, Son? You won the big fight and now we're your prize!"

Susan cupped both her tits as she lay there. She loved Suzanne's comment and elaborated on it. "Yes! We're your booty! Your spoils of war! Take us like the conquering, virile hero that you are!"

Alan was torn. With two incredible and voluptuous bodies for the taking, he didn't know what to do first. But then, with a big smile, he crawled up onto Susan's stomach and slid his erection into her cleavage.

Suzanne rolled her eyes and frowned, even though he had a hand on her boobs too. "Figured. Just because they're one size bigger and full of milk..."

But Alan turned and said to her, "Don't worry, I'm just getting warmed up. I'm gonna finish in your cunt." He looked back at Susan and said to her, "Now, like I said, I wanna fuck your face. I'm gonna get started with a little bit of titfucking and then move up, so get ready."

"Yes, Master!" Susan panted excitedly. "You're so forceful and demanding! I love it!" She squeezed her breasts together to make a tight fuck channel.

He did fuck her tits, but only for a minute or so. He very quickly sat up on her near her neck and shoved his erection far into her mouth. He was wired with energy and soon began thrusting hard and fast.

Susan absolutely loved the rough treatment and began writhing and trembling with excitement all over. She screamed from time to time although it generally came out muffled since her mouth was crammed full of cock.

Suzanne was temporarily forgotten as Alan took his bandaged hand off her to fully focus on pounding his pole into Susan's face. But Suzanne didn't mind, knowing that he'd take care of her soon, too. Rather than just lie there, she shifted positions and planted her face over Susan's crotch.

Susan's body was thrashing around as much as it could, considering Alan was sitting on her, so Suzanne had to try to hold Susan's hips in place while she lapped her way up and down Susan's pussy lips.

It was a dangerous job. Susan was in a frenzied sexual heat and as one orgasm after another hit her, her entire body bucked up and down like a wild bronco. Sometimes Suzanne just had to hold her head away until Susan calmed down (relatively speaking), and then she would dive back in with her long tongue.

Alan was getting more and more carried away. He was loving this. He was grasping his mother's hair, yanking her head up and down over his erection (Susan certainly didn't need to be encouraged anymore, but it drove her wild). It was all he could do to remember to hold back sometimes so Susan could breathe. Occasionally, he'd go on too long and she'd have to slap his foot or leg to remind him to take a brief break.

He was getting ready to bust a nut into her mouth after only a couple of minutes of very rough and intense face fucking, when Suzanne spanked him on his ass. "Oh no you don't!" she chided him. "I can tell you're getting close. You promised that load to me!"

He snapped out of his animalistic rutting mode, but only briefly. He looked down at Susan's face and saw she was totally blissed out and luxuriating in her multiple orgasms. He thought, That'll hold her for a while, heh-heh.

Then he turned his focus to Suzanne. "I guess I did." He turned around, and while still straddling Susan, he grabbed his red-haired mother and pulled her into position like he was a caveman dragging her back to his cave.

Suzanne was in seventh heaven. It was clear that "Bad Alan" was in charge today. She said, "I know we're just in the garage, but imagine that we're outside! Imagine we're parked on the street and anyone can see in!" She conveniently ignored the fact that the car had tinted windows on all sides except for the front windshield. "Rock the car! Rock the car so hard that everyone will know what you're doing to me!"

Alan grinned wickedly at the mental image of the SUV rocking back and forth. He wanted to rock it so hard that the thing was in danger of completely flipping over. He was amazed at the energy surging within him. This wasn't just his usual sexual excitement; it was like he was turbo-charged on some kind of euphoric drug.

"Okay, you asked for it. Prepare to get royally fucked!"

Seconds later, he was on top of Suzanne and savagely thrust his erection deep within her in one powerful stroke. Without any pause, he started to vigorously thrust.

Susan was a bit dazed, but she was too excited by the wild look in Alan's eyes to just lie there in a dreamy post-orgasmic state. She sat up to cheerlead. "FUCK her, Tiger, fuck her good! Scratch that. I don't want you to just fuck her; I want you to TAME her! Dominate her! Control her! Show her who's boss! Prove to us with your big cock that you're our master and we're your big-titted mommy sex slaves!"

She continued non-stop in this vein while running her hands over Alan's and Suzanne's bodies. Her cheerleading was completely unnecessary though, because Alan and Suzanne were already just about as hot and aroused as they could possibly be.

By now, Suzanne had been fucked by Alan lots of times, but she'd never been fucked this hard. The cliché in porn movies is of the woman always crying out to be fucked harder and deeper, but there was absolutely no need for such cries this time around. In fact, if anything, Suzanne was tempted to tell him to ease up a bit because he was pounding into her so forcefully and relentlessly.

But she didn't do that either. She let Susan do the talking for everyone and simply moaned and groaned in orgasmic delight. It really felt like he was going to fuck her in two. There was no sign of the usual considerate Alan; he was using her like a cum dump in an almost violent fashion.

For a couple of minutes he pounded her in a very predictable and steady rhythm. It was like he was amazed at what he was doing and couldn't stop himself or even alter his jackhammer thrusting. The SUV was really rocking now, to the point where anyone walking or driving down the street would have had to notice, if they'd really been outside. But then he started to tire a little bit and his rhythm grew more erratic. He also started churning his hips some.

As much as Suzanne had been loving what he was doing, she loved this new style even more. She'd never been so passive while getting fucked, since there was no room for her talented pussy movements or hip thrusts in the face of his initial overwhelming onslaught. But with him slowing down a bit and varying it up, she was able to get back into the game more proactively.

Susan was draped over Alan, using her hands and body to help him push in and out. "Do it, Tiger! Do it! Fuck her to death! Fuck her to death! Tame her, tame her, tame her DEEP!"

Between that kind of encouragement and the still frantic pace, it was remarkable that he lasted as long as he did. But he finally gave up the struggle and let his cum fly.

All three of them screamed wildly and the van shook violently as he deeply impaled his second mother a few last times while he coated her insides with his white cream.

Susan was frigging her clit and mauling her breasts as she screamed, "God yes! God yes! Like that! Like that! NAIL HER! Paint her white! Like a Twinkie!"

Then Alan collapsed on top of Suzanne, with Susan collapsing on top of him.

The three rested silently, just heaving out heavy breaths.

Then they heard the sound of clapping and looked up and all around.

Katherine and Amy had heard their screams of ecstasy from inside the house and come into the garage to see what was happening. But they'd been content to just watch through the windows and open doors. Now they were smiling and cheering.

Alan, Susan, and Suzanne were all too wiped out to do anything but nod and smile to acknowledge the applause.

Finally, Suzanne said, "Wow. That was... epic."

Susan sighed happily. "'Epic'. What a good word. That's what my face fuck was like too. Epic."

Alan said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I think it must be all the adrenalin from the fight. It's like I couldn't stop myself."

"Sweetie," Suzanne said, "did our screams of ecstasy sound to you like complaining? I'm gonna start compiling a list of your greatest fucks, and that one's gonna go near the top. If fighting makes you fuck like that, we need to have you fight more often."

"NO!" Susan replied forcefully. "Nothing's worth putting my cutie Tiger in danger! You take that back!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Mom Number One, that was a joke. It drives me crazy when you misunderstand like that."

Alan had totally forgotten about his many bruises and hurts. Only now that his sexual urges were ebbing did some of the pain start to come back.

CHAPTER 12

Suzanne opened the side door to the SUV and stepped out, proudly naked and unashamedly dripping with her lover's cum. Yet somehow, she managed to look glamorous and regal and not at all bedraggled. For one thing, her dark red curly hair always seemed to bounce right back in place.

Katherine and Amy stood right before her and resumed clapping enthusiastically. "Yeay! Bravo! Bravo!"

Suzanne smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh my God!" Amy squealed as she saw the cum dripping down Suzanne's thighs. "And to think I was so worried!"

Alan was just getting out of the car, also still naked, so Amy rushed up to him and gave him a big hug.

But Suzanne chided, "Careful! Hug gingerly. His sides are bruised."

Katherine also rushed up to hug him and soon she and Amy had him wrapped up in a loving but careful hug. Katherine laughed with pure joy, reassured that her brother was okay. She snickered as she planted kisses all over his face, "He may have some bruises here and there, but we certainly can see that his dick is okay!"

Susan laughed too as she also got out of the car naked and bedraggled. "You could say that again! You have no idea. But let the poor boy go. They cleaned him up a bit at the hospital but he's in bad need of a shower." She looked at Suzanne's gooey pussy and thighs. "And speaking of cleaning up, DON'T clean that up, please. I want to take care of that mess personally." She flicked her tongue out.

Suzanne shivered with delight as she imagined what Susan would do.

Katherine and Amy let Alan walk them into the house, but they remained draped all over him as they peppered him with questions about his condition. His answers were short and not very informative as he was still recovering from the fuck-fest in the car.

Susan, though, reverted to full on mothering mode and got him upstairs and into the bathroom in a hurry. Then she insisted on giving him a sponge bath from the sink so his bandaged hands wouldn't get wet. By doing so, she quickly learned where all his sore spots were so she could avoid those while pleasuring him later.

But she was a vixen as well as a mother. She squirted baby oil all over her tits and upper body as she started, and she took every opportunity to slide her silky smooth skin all over him. She also kept up a constant cooing patter about how brave and heroic he'd been in the fight and the very many ways he would be sexually rewarded by his many devoted women. And once she'd taken care of his wounds, she licked his penis and balls clean of the remaining sex fluids on it. Of course he was still flaccid, but that hardly seemed to faze her.

However, by giving the sponge bath, Susan had to relinquish the opportunity to lick Suzanne's cream pie clean. She let Katherine and Amy take care of that. She'd also ordered the other three to prepare lunch for everyone, so by the time she and Alan came out of the bathroom and arrived downstairs the food was already on the table.

Alan hadn't bothered putting on any clothes, while the others had all taken some time to put on very sexy and revealing outfits. Susan hadn't had time for that since she had been with him all the time, so she just stayed naked, but she put on a nurse's hat from the erotic nurse outfit Suzanne had given her recently so she could at least symbolically join in the dress up fun.

Katherine proudly came out dressed in a scanty cavewoman outfit. It was made out of fake leopard skin, so she liked it a lot because of the cat connotation. Short loincloths covered her pussy and ass crack.

Alan was suitably impressed. He grabbed Amy, who was dressed in a see-through nightie, and pulled her to him. He pretended like he was using her as a human shield while he also groped her with both hands under the nightie. "Look out, Aims! Save me! What is it, a woman or a cat?"

Both girls giggled in delight at that, pleased that he was paying attention to them both. Amy replied, "You silly willy! It's Kat!"

"Arrgh!" Alan yelled in mock-fright. "It IS a cat! A big, sexy, pussy cat! Help! It's gonna eat me!"

Katherine dropped to her knees before him, letting her leopard-skinned bikini-styled top fall down to her waist as she did so. "Damn right I'm gonna eat you. Come on, Aims, help me out here. I say we nibble on our prey first." She nodded at Alan's flaccid penis.

"M'kay!"

But Suzanne was standing by, wearing a very tight red dress, and made disapproving clucking sounds at the girls. "Look, you two. His food is on the table. Let the poor boy eat. Besides, his penis is still recovering."

So everyone gathered at the table.

Alan was bombarded with questions and before long he found himself telling a detailed story about the fight while he and the others ate lunch. Susan and Suzanne also told about their difficulties in finding where the fight was.

So far, not much had been said about the car ride home or the sex in the garage, as Susan and Suzanne were on the same wavelength and saving "the sexy stuff" for when Alan's penis was ready to go again. "They sat on opposite sides of him and periodically checked his crotch for any signs of life.

He was still flaccid when the meal was over, but he'd recovered from his post-orgasmic energy crash and was getting a bit fidgety again.

Seeing that, Suzanne changed the subject. "So girls, let me fill you in on what you missed since Alan was released. You'll be glad to know that Susan sucked him all the way home."

"Yeay!" both girls cheered at once. "Go, Mom!" They high-fived each other and Susan too.

Suzanne continued, "And I don't know how much you saw, but yes, my Sweetie fucked me and I'm proud to still be wearing his seed. But that's not all. He didn't just fuck me, he DESTROYED me! I'm gonna have to go back to the car and search for my brains and my shit because he fucked 'em right out of me!"

Everyone laughed at that.

Susan added, "Me too! Girls, he fucked my tits and my face like you wouldn't believe! I can't even count the orgasms 'cos the whole thing was like one giant orgasm. Did you see what he did to me?"

"Yep!" Amy said happily. "Most of it. But we didn't want to disturb you 'cos you all were in your own little world, and Mother especially looked like she really, really needed a good dicking."

Suzanne laughed. "You got that right!"

Amy asked, "Hey, Mom? One question. When you were cheering OB on in the car, you shouted something like, 'Paint her white. Like a Twinkie.' What was that all about?"

Suzanne remembered, and chuckled at the memory. "Yeah. What WAS that? A Twinkie?" She chuckled some more.

Susan explained, "Think about it. A Twinkie is soft and spongy on the outside, kind of like us. But on the inside it's filled with a yummy, gooey white cream. That's what I want to be: a Twinkie Mommy. I want my insides to be completely filled with Tiger's creamy seed. If you squeeze me hard, I want sperm to shoot out my nose and ears."

The others all laughed at her joking around and her Twinkie idea. But Katherine said, "I actually like that. Now, I wanna be a Twinkie Sister." She struck a sexy pose. "Big Baguette Brother, can you fill me up like a Twinkie?"

Amy added, "Yeah! Me too!"

Alan was pleased, but he groaned. Then he quipped, "Please pass the orange juice. I'm gonna need a LOT of fluids."

Susan commented as she passed him the juice, "That's a good idea, and so is filling up your sisters." Talking to the girls, she continued, "I'm told that he's got all this extra energy as a result of the fight and he needs to burn it off. Now, he could just go running or hit a punching bag, or he could tap some sister pussy and show everyone here who's the boss and the master! What do you think?"

Katherine and Amy raised their hands at once and said simultaneously, "We vote for sister pussy!" Then they looked at each other, marveled at the coincidence, and giggled. "In stereo!" they chorused together, and then dissolved into laughter.

Suzanne smiled. "Somehow, we thought you'd say that, though the stereo bit is a nice surprise. Susan and I are literally wiped out from Sweetie's mighty pummeling, although Susan has some breast feeding needs I'll be more than happy to tend to. So you two need to brace yourself 'cos 'Bad Alan' is out in force today!"

Alan muttered, "Hey! Don't I get a say in this?"

"No!" all four women said at once. That resulted in more laughter, and even Alan had to laugh.

But Suzanne added, "Seriously, there's something to be said about a man winning a fight and then coming home and celebrating by reclaiming his woman. Except our studly man has four women, which, in my opinion, makes it even better."

"That is SO true!" Susan eagerly added.

Suzanne stared intently at her daughters as she said, "Sweetie tamed us mommies real good in the car, so now it's your turn."

Susan corrected her, "He has four women right here, but his harem's bigger than just us. He's gotta reclaim Brenda, Glory, and Heather, too, at the very least. And that Christine girl is something else. Tiger, seriously. It's time to stop mucking around. Tame her and add her to the harem, already! She really, really likes you; Olga told me so. The Big Tits Theory says she won't be truly happy until she discovers her proper place, naked and on her knees with your cock down her throat!"

Suzanne held up her hand in a stop gesture. "Susan, I agree with all that, well, except for the Big Tits Theory part, but now's not the time. Look." She wrapped her fingers around his growing shaft, despite the fact he had put his shorts back on a minute or two earlier as a sign that his penis needed a break. "Alan Junior is back in the game."

Susan also saw that and quickly wrapped her fingers around it too. Both of them started to stroke in tandem while the girls watched.

Suzanne added as she pulled Alan's shorts down with a free hand, "Girls, you gotta act fast and take over here, or so help me God, this magnificent meat is gonna be in my mouth in about thirty seconds. And I doubt Susan can hold out that long."

Katherine and Amy were out of their seats in a flash. With Susan and Suzanne sitting on either side of Alan and unlikely to move, the girls simultaneously decided on the direct approach and dived under the table. Within seconds, the two mothers had to remove their hands because the two daughters had taken over.

Katherine was particularly aggressive and took control of his penis head, cramming it into her mouth so she could start bobbing on it.

Amy was left with most of the rest of his shaft and his balls, and got to work with her tongue, lips, and hands.

Suzanne looked down at the action and smiled with satisfaction. "That's better. That'll help get him warmed up in a hurry. But I'm sure with all that adrenalin running around his system, the 'Bad Alan' is going to be out in force shortly, and a dual blowjob is just too passive. Susan, what do you suggest? How and where should he reclaim his sisters?"

Amy repositioned herself and then thrust her ass out so her mothers could see it wiggle. "I know! In my brother-loving ass!"

Suzanne couldn't help but put a hand to her face as she laughed. "No, I mean where in the house?"

Just then, the phone rang.

Everyone sat and waited for the answering machine, as nobody wanted to be disturbed. But then Heather's voice came on and Alan felt obliged to take it. He rushed to the phone near the kitchen counter, forcing Katherine to reluctantly disengage from his crotch.

"Hello?" he said.

Heather laughed. "You sound a little breathless. Is someone with you?"

Alan immediately switched into his "Bad Alan" mode, something that was easy for him to do since he was feeling extremely randy and aggressive already. "Excuse me, but that's none of your business. And what's the magic word?"

Heather was surprised at how chastened and obedient she felt after hearing that. It was like he'd used a trigger word to put her under hypnosis. Her nipples immediately grew hard. "Sir. Sorry, sir! But, uh, if I may..."

"Yes?" he barked impatiently. Although his impatience helped with his domination of Heather, he really meant it. Amy and Katherine were standing buck naked just a few feet away from him and making every kind of non-verbal gesture they could think of to indicate how eager they were for him to get off the line.

"Sorry, sir. It's just that I was concerned for you and wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Oh my gosh. Heather? Showing concern for someone else? Be still my beating heart."

"Hey, sir, that's not fair. I care-"

He heard a beeping on the line. "Wait a minute. Another call is coming through." He switched lines.

"Alan! I got hold of you!" It was Glory.

"Oh, hi Glory. I've got someone on the other line. Can I call you back?"

Katherine and Amy were practically tearing their hair out, now that there were two calls to contend with. Both of them raised their hands to the tops of their heads and pretended wide-open mouthed shock, but they also used that as another opportunity to strike sexy poses.

"No, actually, you can't," Glory replied. "I feel almost like a criminal calling you. I'm actually sneaking in this call between meetings while hiding in a stall in the ladies' room."

"Really? Why?"

She sighed. "You have no idea, young man. That fight of yours has kicked up a shitstorm around here, and Suzanne's legal threats have created quite a tizzy. I'm being debriefed by just about every police, school, and legal official you can shake a stick at. Everybody's trying to cover their ass, and when in doubt, hold a meeting! One fallout is that bullying and fighting has suddenly been 'discovered' as the big issue everyone's eager to fix, and all kinds of shocking things are coming out from teachers and staff that even I didn't know about! I'm trying to strike while the iron's hot to make sure something substantial is actually done to fix things."

Her voice dropped low and conspiratorial. "I want you to pass a secret message to Suzanne. Promise that you and she will swear you never heard this, okay?"

"Okay."

"Some lawyer from the school district will call you, your mother and Suzanne today to get statements. Just tell whoever it is that talks to you that anything you have to say will come from your lawyer. Keep the asshole scared and clueless! The school district has finally learned how the administrators here were covering up the bully situation and they are terrified of lawsuits, so the more they think those are coming, the more they'll do to clean up the mess!"

"Hey, that's pretty clever."

"If we do this right, a lawsuit won't even be necessary. I'll call Suzanne directly later. I imagine she and I are going to be working pretty closely on this."

She was surprised to feel a little tingle in her pussy as she said those words and thought about them. But she ignored it and continued, "Right now I'm out of time for this call, and I'll be tied up in meetings for hours here."

"That sucks." He looked over at his sisters. They were still busy striking sexy poses for him, hoping to keep him hard. Amy had a finger in Katherine's pussy, and Katherine had a couple of fingers in Amy's mouth, allowing Amy to suck on them like a penis.

He tried to ignore them, but they were keeping his erection stiff.

She said, "Tell me about it. And it's on vacation time, too. But I have to be brief. I really miss you. I want to hold you. Can we get together later?"

Glory hadn't really been thinking ahead while she was talking, but now that she'd given voice to her feelings she thought, That's so true! For once, I'm not dreaming about my love royally nailing me, I just want to feel his touch. I feel like I nearly lost him because who knows what those goons might have done to him? It was such torture after the fight to be able to stand so close and yet be so far, completely unable to show my love! Just one hug; I need it like I need to breathe!

He replied, "Sure. When?" He was having a hard time not chuckling into the phone, given the way his sisters were stretching and bending in the most salaciously lewd ways they could think of.

She sighed. "I don't know. Maybe after dinner?"

He looked down. With his sisters increasingly getting into preening and posing and making a big production out of it, Susan had noticed that he was just standing there naked with his erection unattended, so she got up from the table and soon fixed that situation. She slid his dick into her cleavage, hoping that would be less noisy than a slurpy blowjob.

So he was momentarily distracted. But he finally said, "Um, yeah. Whenever you're ready. You're very important to me, so I'll make time."

"I can hardly wait! The thought of feeling you hold me tight is the only thing getting me through all this bureaucratic bullshit. I love you!"

"I love you too. Bye."

He switched lines. He felt whiplashed going from Glory to Heather. He'd been smiling widely and basking in loving feelings for Glory, and now he had to immediately switch back to stern and dominant. His ability to do that was made all the harder by Susan's titfuck and Amy and Katherine prancing around. He looked over at Suzanne, still sitting at the table and seeming to be greatly amused at his predicament.

She winked at him.

Alan spoke into the phone. "Hey, Heather, sorry about that. I had to take that other call."

"No, that's okay, sir. If you remember, I was asking how you're doing. And I really do care, sir, I do."

He felt testy, but he had to admit, "I know you do. But can we talk later? I'm in the middle of something."

"Something or someone, sir?"

He looked down at his erection sliding through his mother's massive boobs. "That's none of your business! Look, I've really gotta go. There's all kinds of fallout from the fight that has to be dealt with sooner rather than later. Why don't we talk on the phone later in the afternoon? Then things won't be so hairy."

Hearing that, Susan moved most of her long dark brown hair to her front side and let it fall over her breasts. Then she wrapped his erection in it and jacked him off. Her hair was silky smooth and the texture sensation was certainly interesting, but she was mainly doing it just for the "hairy" joke.

"But sir! I need to see you! You were so heroic and inspiring. I NEED you! I'd like for you to come here. I'm sort of stuck in my room 'cos my dad's all freaked out about the fight. He's keeping me on a tight leash."

Alan couldn't help but grin maliciously at the mental image that conjured up for him. "I like the sound of that. He's got the right idea."

"Eww! Gross. Not THAT kind of leash!" Her voice grew quiet and sultry. "Although I'd wear one for you, sir."

Heather thought, Did I really just say that? Jesus! What the fuck is wrong with me? I sound pathetic, like some kind of submissive and fawning pushover. Admittedly, it does sound kind of sexy, but that's no reason... She was too aroused to help herself and her thoughts drifted as she imagined herself naked and on all fours with Alan holding her leash and taking her for a walk down the street.

Realizing she was still on the phone, she shook her head clear of that image. Jeeee-sus! Seriously, what the FUCK? What is WRONG with me?!

Her thoughts drifted. Victory and triumph, especially power plays, always got her motor running and today was no different. She was ecstatic over what she considered to be her own pivotal role in the fight, in delaying its resumption until more help arrived, and she wanted her reward from Alan. Except she was stuck alone in her room for the foreseeable future.

Ever since the fight, her asshole had started feeling itchy and hot again, and the burning need to get fucked in the ass by Alan had only strengthened and intensified. Ordinarily, she would have "taken care of it" using her own sex toys, but she didn't want just any anal stimulation, she wanted Alan! Furthermore, she desperately hoped her role in the confrontation would get her out of Alan's doghouse, and she didn't want to endanger that by violating his no anal stimulation ban. Her sexual frustration was slowly driving her crazy, and having Alan joke about leashing her like a dog was going to make it doubly hard for her not to jump the latex gun, so to speak. Needless to say, Heather was not exactly a happy camper.

"We'll talk about that later," Alan finally replied. He too was distracted, as Susan was not only still sliding her tits up and down his dick, but was also starting to lick at the head with each pass. "I've really gotta go now. Okay?"

"Okay." She sounded dejected by that, because she was.

"Bye." He hung up.

He sighed in frustration as he stood there and watched his mother's incredible body sliding back and forth. "Sheesh! Running a harem is a pain in the ass! Everybody wants me at once, and I wanna BE with everyone at once. There are too many women that I love in my life! I don't want to sound ungrateful, but things are getting out of hand."

He quickly passed on what Glory had told him regarding the lawyers and the upcoming calls, but everyone was too aroused at the moment to discuss it.

Susan had been veering towards a blowjob as he talked, spending more time licking around his penis head, but now she'd gone back to a traditional titfuck. She loved the skin on skin contact, plus it allowed her to talk. She said, "Tiger, consider that your 'curse' for being so sexually powerful and talented. Not to mention virile. And well-hung! And yummy! Good GOD, I love this cock!"

She was getting carried away with her own enthusiasm, but nearby coughing sounds gave her pause. She said in a calmer and more chagrined tone, "I don't have eyes on the back of my head, but I can tell from all the clearing of throats and stomping of feet that a couple of girls just behind me are pretty antsy."

"DUH!" Katherine practically exploded. "MooooOOOOOoooom! Please!"

As Susan pulled away, she winked at her son and said, "Knock 'em dead, Son. Give 'em a good taming! Remember that you're their master and they're your sister slaves, and treat them accordingly. And don't worry about being spread too thin. I have great faith in you."

Katherine and Amy grabbed Alan by his hands and started pulling him towards the living room.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Away!" Katherine said huffily, annoyed by the long delay. "Away from phones and especially away from those two insatiable mommy sluts. It's OUR turn!"

"Yeah!" Amy agreed as she tugged on his arm.

CHAPTER 13

"So where ARE we taking him?" Amy asked Katherine as they practically carried Alan up the stairs.

"I dunno. Maybe my bedroom. That might give us some privacy."

"Or here." Amy opened the door to a little used guest room, which was the closest room to the stairs on the second floor. "It's closer and there's no phone."

"Excellent!" Katherine guided Alan in. "Now, the big question is, who gets to be fucked first?"

"Nope," Alan said, holding his hard-on to keep it from bouncing around. "I don't want to waste one second arguing about that. The phone calls were torture enough. I'm horny! I want you two to lie on the bed in a fuck sandwich and dangle your legs over the edge of the bed so I can stand next to it and plow into the pair of you with wanton abandon. Can you do that?"

"Fuck sandwich!" Amy yelled enthusiastically as she threw herself onto the bed.

Katherine also made a big leap.

"I take it that's a yes," he said with amused understatement.

The girls wasted no time in getting into "sandwich" position, with Katherine on top. They had shed what few scraps of clothing they had on while climbing the stairs.

As Alan got into position, he said, "Aims, I know you said you wanted it in the ass, but I'm just too horny to go through all the prep work. We both know how deliciously tight you are back there, and getting into your ass kind of requires a big production. Besides, I shouldn't go back and forth from vaginal to anal 'cos of the whole infection worry."

"That's cool." She giggled as she added, "I'll forgive you if you poke me first!"

He chuckled. "One Amy poke, coming up!" He guided his erection into her moist slit. But even her pussy was extremely tight, so he couldn't just thrust in all the way on the first push. He had to wiggle his way in with a series of short thrusts, each one making a little more headway. There was a lot of grunting and groaning involved, but it was intensely pleasurable, too.

However, he knew that Katherine was even more anxious and needy than Amy right then, if such a thing was possible. And her moans of desire were a loud reminder that she needed to be serviced too.

So as soon as he'd achieved maximum penetration in Amy, he pulled out and plunged into his other sister. That was a faster process, but not that easy since she was quite tight too.

After he finally made it all the way in, he rested from all the exertion. He grunted, "Why do my two sisters have the two tightest pussies in the entire universe?"

Katherine gleefully answered, "To better serve you as fuck toys! Duh! He really is a thick one, isn't he, Aims?"

Amy giggled. "He IS!"

Katherine giggled too as she finally caught her own double meaning. "Oh yeah. In more ways than one!"

He slid in and out of Katherine a few times, just enough to open her up so he could plunge back in a lot easier next time.

Then he switched back to Amy and really went to town on her. He fucked her good, with deep and strong thrusts, for a minute or two.

Then he did the same to Katherine.

As he did so, Amy said, "I just loooove fuck sandwiches! They're so neat-o! I especially like being on the bottom. That's super cool. I get to feel more of the fucking vibrations when it's not my turn, y'know? You hear how my voice is all shaky? That's from the second hand fuck!"

As Alan switched holes again, he said, "That may be, normally, but we'll see how you like this one. I was just getting warmed up, and now I'm REALLY gonna start slamming. So it might get pretty rough down there, with all that weight bouncing on you."

"M'kay! Sounds like fun! Let's do it!"

He did just as he promised and began plunging in and out of Amy's tight slit with all the energy he could muster. And because he was still surging with hormones from the fight, that was a lot of energy. Katherine began to look like a ship being tossed around on a stormy sea as Amy writhed wildly underneath her.

Then he switched and did the same to Katherine. "Oh GAAWWWD!" she screamed as he stabbed his pole all the way into her with one thrust.

"Feels good, huh?" Amy asked. She stared up into her sister's eyes from mere inches away.

"You know it!" Impulsively, Katherine bent her head down and kissed Amy on the lips as Alan began his hard thrusting. She thought, I feel like SUCH the fuck toy! I love getting it at both ends at once!

But the kissing had to stop in less than a minute after the fucking got rough and Katherine struggled just to breathe.

Then Alan switched again. He kept switching every couple of minutes, and seemingly building up even more energy and thrusting power each time he did so.

Susan and Suzanne knew they'd both been a bit "cock hoggy" lately, but as the screams of pleasure from the guest room grew louder and louder, they simply couldn't stay away. They quietly opened the door and peeked in, eager to watch without interrupting.

Alan and his sisters didn't even notice the interruption because he was fucking so relentlessly. Normally, "by this time he would already have paused for a strategic break or two, but he didn't want to pause any more than he was forced to when he switched from one pussy to another. He wanted to send the crescendo soaring higher and higher until they all passed out from sheer pleasure.

His challenge though was that each time he was nailing one sister, the other was having a strategic break of her own. So, although it was difficult to multitask when he was in an animalistic mood, before long he began fingerfucking one pussy while his dick was in the other. He clumped his fingers together and rammed them in and out just like he had another stiff penis, although obviously he couldn't go nearly as deep or deliver the same level of pleasure.

But for the girls, such differences didn't seem to matter much. They both felt like they were being fucked non-stop, with only the briefest of pauses every now and then for the few seconds it took him to switch holes.

Susan and Suzanne watched in awe. They knew exactly how the girls were feeling since they'd just been treated to the same kind of fucking a short time before. Every grunt, every moan, every thrust practically felt like it was happening to them instead.

The two mothers were talking quietly to each other, and their mutterings finally caused Alan to look up and notice that they were there.

Seeing the eye contact, Susan said, "Son, I know you're a bit preoccupied at the moment, to say the least, but I just have to say: wow! Wow! I'm just so PROUD of you, proud of the way you're fucking your sisters, laying your big log in them! What a GOOD son! I love you so much!"

"Me too!" Suzanne agreed. "Look, Susan, just look at him go! What I wouldn't give to be on the receiving end right now!"

"I KNOW! Suzanne, I just want to shout to the whole world that my son is my master! That he's the master of an incredible harem! He keeps all of us happy and well fucked! He's gonna make all four of his mommies and sisters cum at the same time! Is that incredible, or what?"

"It's incredible!" Suzanne's scratchy voice sounded genuinely awestruck.

Alan laughed. Once again, his reputation was doing a good deal of his "work" for him. His mothers were getting so excited just from watching and talking to each other that it was like he was fucking them hard, too.

Suzanne started frigging Susan's pussy with the same clumped together finger technique she was watching Alan use. Susan couldn't do the same to Suzanne since Suzanne's pussy was still recovering from Alan's brutal pounding, but she worked Suzanne's clit and nipples to very good effect.

Finally, Alan knew he could last no more. He was so far gone into his fucking that he didn't stop to think which girl he would shoot into. In fact he didn't even know which girl he was currently fucking; he just knew he was sliding in and out of an amazingly hot, tight, and wonderful hole. It so happened that he was balls-deep in Katherine when his cum started to fly.

One would have had to look very close to notice, though, because both girls were screaming and cumming with great intensity. Amy was a renowned screamer, but Katherine was doing a very good job trying to match her.

It seemed that Alan's orgasm would never end. He just kept cumming and cumming, shooting spurt after spurt into Katherine's thoroughly-plowed furrow. And as long as he was cumming, both girls were cumming too.

In fact, Susan and Suzanne were cumming as well, inspired by watching and what they were doing to each other, so all five peaked at the same time.

Then, wham! Like a light being shut off, Alan gave up the struggle and collapsed onto Katherine. In his frenzy he'd lost track of just how intense the physical effort was, but now his body was paying the price. He was already sore with bruises, but he'd completely forgotten his pain while he was fucking. He'd even used his hands as usual without thinking about the wounds and bandages there. But now he felt even more sore and exhausted as he was left struggling just to breathe.

He was a bit disappointed that he hadn't fucked either or both girls to unconsciousness after putting in all that effort, but he figured that one can't hit a home run every time at bat. After a couple of minutes, he managed to roll off both girls after Amy's wiggles and grunts indicated she was being crushed by two bodies. Katherine then rolled off her.

The three lay on the bed side by side by side, recovering. "Wow..." Amy finally said.

Suzanne commented, "The word I think you're looking for is 'epic'. That's the word that came to mind for me after Sweetie just about destroyed my pussy out in the car."

That was the first the two girls had looked towards their mothers. "Yeah..." Amy said, still dazed and dreamy. "Epic. Super duper double wow epic." Her brain was too fried after that to think up one of her trademark long Amy words.

Katherine said, "What she said!" Then she looked at Amy and grinned as she added, "In fact, it was fan-epicadoodlearifficaroony-tastic!"

Amy burst into giggles at that. She leaned over and kissed Katherine on her nose. "Super cool sister!"

As Katherine started to recover a bit more, she said to her mothers, "Did you see what he was doing? It wasn't just a fuck sandwich, he was fucking us both at once! It was like he had two penises. This changes everything!"

Alan asked, "Changes everything? How?"

"We need more fuck sandwiches, for starters! You have soooo many fuck toys, and just one cock, but this doubles your fucking power! And I'll bet our moms had real good orgasms too, so it was like you slayed all four of us at once!"

His ego soared as he reveled in that accomplishment. But he said modestly, "Well, I don't know. I'm on this super energy trip, but that's just a one-time thing. It's not like I can do this kind of really physical fucking every day. Or even that I'd want to. Personally, I think I prefer the more intimate one-on-one slower kind."

Amy giggled and said, "Uh-oh! 'Good Alan' alert! 'Bad Alan' has left the building."

But Katherine rolled to her side so she could look at her brother, and she tenderly wiped his face clear of sweat. Then she kissed him on the nose and said, "That's okay. We like 'Good Alan,' 'Bad Alan,' any kind of Alan. As long as we get lots of Alan! Right, Aims?"

"Definitely!" She also turned to her side, craned her head forward and kissed him on the cheek.

Susan said to Suzanne, "Awww. Look at them. They're so cute. The only thing better than getting royally fucked by Tiger's jackhammer cock is when he gets all cuddly and tender afterwards. Don't you think?"

"Yeah." Suzanne said, all smiles. Susan and Suzanne were holding each other and looking at their children fondly, as if they were having some kind of Hallmark card moment like watching their child's first bicycle ride.

Susan added, "That's how he locks in the taming, you know. First, he fucks you within an inch of your life, leaving your body a helpless slave to his cock. But then, by being so cuddly and caring afterwards, he makes your heart and mind a slave to him too, and you can't help but love him more than you ever thought it was possible you could love another person. He leaves you wishing and longing that you could just suck his cock all day long!"

Suzanne was surprised to find that she agreed with all that, even the cocksucking part. She just repeated "Yeah" with a fond and wistful sigh.

Susan went on, "Just look at him. Surrounded on both sides by his busty fuckable sisters, lying there like the conquering hero, knowing full well that he just fucked every single big-titted member of his oh-so-fuckable family. And that's what he is: the conquering hero! First, he single-handedly defeats an entire gang of school hoodlums, and then he comes home and fucks his tamed family into an even deeper level of submission! And yet look how modest he is about it. He isn't beating his chest; he doesn't have to. I just wish there was some way I could do MORE to show how much I love him!"

Alan finally sat up so he could look at his mothers. "Hey, Mom. I'm here and listening to every word, you know. That's not really true. For one thing, I hardly single-handedly defeated Ryan's gang. It was Christine who kicked butt and I just barely hung in there."

"Well, maybe so," Susan said, "but I only have eyes for you. To me, you're the greatest hero." Her face lit up in a smile so bright that it practically filled the room with a happy glow. Then she noticed his messy crotch and got more practical. "By the way, girls, are you two just gonna lie there all day, or is someone going to do some tongue cleaning on Alan Junior?"

Alan covered his privates with his hand. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm seriously sore down there."

There was a collective sigh from all four women. "Awwww..."

"What?" he asked.

Surprisingly, Amy was the one to explain, "Giving your cock a good tongue clean afterwards has become kind of a tradition. And traditions are fun, and good, and important, especially in a harem."

He was a bit curious to hear an explanation for her "especially in a harem" comment, but his penis really was sore, so he tried to change the topic. "What I could use is a shower and a re-bandaging." He held up the hand he'd been plunging into his sisters' pussies. Those bandages were wet with girl cum.

Susan started walking towards him, her big breasts jiggling and swaying with every step. "Awww. Tiger. Let Mommy take care of you. Come on, I'll give you a sponge bath."

But Suzanne said, "Um, actually, Susan, he has two mommies now. Can I do it this time?"

Susan was hesitant, but then smiled. "Sure."

Suzanne then struck a pose by raising both her arms above her head and asked Alan, "What do you think, kiddo? Is your second mommy Suzanne sexy enough to give you a sponge bath?"

Alan looked around in mock confusion. "Suzanne who? You're not her; you're Venus, the Goddess of Sex come to Earth."

Now Suzanne was the one beaming with delight.

Alan also grinned with great glee to see just how happy and excited Suzanne was to give him his bath. Her usual sophisticated jadedness was all gone and she was just like a big kid again.

CHAPTER 14

Alan felt great after sexually satisfying his family, and felt even better than that after Suzanne gave him a sponge bath that was at times playful and sexy, and at times tender and loving. And she gave his penis and balls a good tongue cleaning while she was at it. His flaccid dick wasn't so sensitive anymore, and she half-jokingly pointed out that Susan would get mad if she didn't do it.

He thought, I know I say this to myself every day, usually several times a day, but I really have to be the luckiest guy in the whole country. I mean, Suzanne is so HOT! And funny and fun, too. She made that sponge bath such a blast, even though Alan Junior couldn't get hard. If only Mom knew how long I was sucking on Mother's big pale tits, she's be totally jealous. Heh-heh! And yet Suzanne is only one of a bunch of centerfold-quality women in my harem. My harem! I have a fucking harem! That is so nuts!

But what's even more amazing is that they all love me, and I love them. The way they all were so concerned about me today, and did everything they could to help - my God! It almost brings tears to my eyes. That love is way more of a blessing than all their oh-so-fuckable bodies. What did I do to deserve this?

But after he went back to his bedroom to take his usual afternoon nap, he realized he still wasn't at peace. So he called downstairs for his mom to come up and join him in his room. He had to disabuse Susan of the notion he wanted to have sex again, by telling her he was having trouble relaxing and wanted to see if drinking her milk would help calm him down.

Susan was beside herself with happiness as she climbed into bed and lay alongside him where he could easily nurse from her milk-filled breasts. "I've been hoping you'd say something like that. My nipples hurt something awful 'cos I'm overdue for a milking. I've been saving all my milk just for you!"

He steadily drained her until her reservoirs of milk were depleted. The intimacy of nursing was enjoyable and calming for them both, but Alan found he still couldn't relax enough to fall asleep.

He felt sexually satiated and knew that he wouldn't be able to get it up again for a long while, but his body still felt antsy and agitated, so he still was in no mood for a nap. Also, now that he'd had some time to think, he found his thoughts were racing too.

After convincing his mother that no, Alan Junior wasn't ready to play again yet, he went with her to the living room, fully dressed, where the other women were lounging about in various states of undress (Amy, not surprisingly, was completely naked). He announced that he was going on a run to burn off more of his nervous energy. His body was tired and sore from the bruises, but he explained that it was something he needed to do.

He didn't have any destination in mind and initially planned to just run around the neighborhood aimlessly. But the jogging cleared his head and he began thinking more and more about Christine. He honestly wasn't interested in "taming" her or doing anything sexual with her. He would have loved to, but he thought that was still not a good thing for her and her future. He had a lot to say to her about the fight and wouldn't feel better until he got some things off his chest. Before long, he wound up standing in front of Christine's house.

He walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Olga answered it. "Oh, hi, Alan. I sure wasn't expecting you. Did you call first?"

"No, ma'am. I was just jogging around to burn off energy. I understand your husband Lars heard that would be a good thing to do. I wasn't planning on coming here, but I realized I've got a lot of things to get off my chest with Christine about the fight. Is she in? Can I see her?"

Olga hesitated, then said, "Yes, she is. And funnily enough, she just got back from jogging too, about half an hour ago." She looked down to his chest. "But I don't think you want to go see her like that."

Alan looked down at his clothes to see what she meant. His T-shirt had big sweat stains and he realized he probably smelled awful from his jogging. The sweat was pouring down his face. He'd been getting out of shape so this had been more of a workout than he expected, and it was outside at nearly the hottest part of a sunny and warm day. "Oh. Yeah. Um, maybe I can come back later..."

"Nonsense. We've got a big pool in the backyard, and a hot tub, too. Why don't you wear one of Lars' old bathing suits? It's got a stretchy waistband and should fit you close enough. He's not here right now but he can't mind since he doesn't wear it anymore. I'm a bit of a pack rat, you see."

"Ah. Okay, sure. Thanks!"

"Christine is up in her room. She's been pretty moody since we got back from the hospital. Maybe talking to you will do her some good. Why don't you jump in the pool and use it like a big bathtub? We've got lots of chlorine in there. Then I'll call her down when you're more presentable." She jokingly waved her hand in front of her nose like she was going to pass out from the smell.

He laughed. "Thanks. Wow, you're really helpful."

Olga thought, Maybe I'm pushing too hard right after the fight, but if I can play at a little matchmaking, I will. Having a serious boyfriend is just what Christine needs to pull her out of her social isolation.

Soon, Alan was dressed in just Lars's bathing suit (which fit him fine) and drifting lazily in the pool, being careful to keep his bandaged hands dry. Olga was right - this feels great! I could just stay in here forever. He floated on his back, looking a bit like an otter with his hands up out of the water.

Olga came downstairs a short time later with Christine in tow.

Actually, Christine wasn't as moody as Olga thought she was, since she had just received unexpected phone calls from Frank Morgan and Suzanne. Both of them had been very supportive and had eased some of her self-doubts about her behavior. But while she wasn't in a bad mood anymore, she wasn't in a good mood, either. There was a reason she was called the "Ice Queen".

Alan was shocked and very pleased as he looked upon a blushing Christine, because she was wearing an extremely revealing turquoise green bikini. It was every bit as erection-inducing as the red one she'd worn to the beach the day before. She was even wearing some make-up, although it was very subtly applied so Alan didn't consciously realize she had it on.

Olga stood at the screen door leading to the pool and announced in a loud voice for both Alan's and Christine's benefit, "I'm gonna go now. I've got a bunch of errands to run and won't be back for a couple of hours at least. Lars won't be home until then, too. Can I trust you two enough to leave you lovebirds alone?"

Christine sighed. She wasn't in the mood for this. She was annoyed and embarrassed at how little she was wearing. She rolled her eyes and said testily, "Mom, please. Don't use that word!"

"What? 'Lovebirds'? Oops. My bad." She winked playfully at Christine. "Anyway, don't get TOO naughty. I'll see you later." She kissed her daughter on the forehead and walked back into the house.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Christine walked over to the edge of the pool to sit down right where Alan was paddling in the deep end. "Sheesh! Moms! All they do is embarrass us. My mother seems to have some kind of deluded notion that you and I are..."

There was a long pause as she not only stopped mid-sentence, but stared off into space like she'd completely forgotten he was even there.

"That you and I are what?" he prodded. When there was still no answer, he asked gently, "Is something bothering you?"

Finally she turned around and seemed to remember he was there. "What? Oh, sorry. I was just kind of spacing out."

"Thinking about the fight?"

"Yeah." She scowled and grimaced.

He could tell that Olga was right about Christine being moody. Now was not the time for joking around. He pulled himself out of the pool and stood up next to her. With his closer view, he noticed the extent of her injuries for the first time. "Just look at you. Wow. Not to make light of your injuries, but I'm more amazed at how NOT injured you are. You've got a few bruises here and there, but nothing compared to me or the other guys."

That was true, because of her superior fighting skills. Even two on one against Ryan and Ivan, she'd managed to fend off nearly all their blows. But she was too modest to point that out. So she just said, "I was lucky I guess. Although, look at this." She held up her hands. Her fingers were undamaged but the edges of her hands on the pinky sides were bruised. "And this." She held up her bandaged elbow.

"Ah," he said in understanding as he considered the bruises on her hands. "You were doing blade strikes with those sides, huh? I don't even know how to do that. Is that better than just punching with a fist?"

"It can be, but you have to know what you're doing." She obviously didn't want to talk about fighting techniques. "What about you?"

He held up his hands. They were all taped up, from the palms nearly to the fingertips. "Look. Kind of similar to you, except it's my knuckles that are all messed up."

"You'll be fine," she said about his hands. She looked him over from head to toe. "And you've got a few bruises here and there. Looks like they really liked your chest."

"Yeah, but it's funny; it doesn't really bother me. Maybe I'll feel more sore later, but I think the bruises look worse than they feel. Anyway, I came here because I wanted to apologize. About a lot of things. But maybe we can get more comfy first?"

"Yeah. Why don't we go lay back in those lawn chairs?"

Once they were both settled in adjacent lawn chairs, Alan continued, "Like I said, I really want to apologize. You were such a great heroine, basically totally saving my sorry ass. I want to thank you a thousand times over for that. But there never would have been a fight in the first place if I wasn't such a bonehead. Remember when you were escorting me to the bathroom and all I could do was make those stupid and lewd jokes?"

"Yeah." She stared off into the distance and her face was very hard to read. "But I have to admit that I was having a good time, even though I couldn't get you to stop staring at and talking about my breasts."

He deliberately stared at her barely covered huge boobs, and grinned. "Thank God the times have totally changed. I'm way more mature now then I was back then. I would never do THAT again."

She grinned for the first time. "Way back then, huh?" Then she waved her hand next to her face. "I'm up here, remember?"

"Oh yeah." He hammed it up, like it was a Herculean struggle, but he eventually managed to pull his eyes away from her cleavage and up to make eye contact. "What was I saying? I think I just lost about 50 IQ points."

She rolled her eyes, but then her grin turned into a smile. "I'm not surprised you're staring now. Can you believe my mom made me wear this stupid bikini of hers? She said it would help put me in a 'fun mood'. As if!" She snorted derisively.

He didn't know what to say to that since he wasn't sure if she'd respond positively to some more teasing, so he pressed on, "I was joking too much and not taking the real danger we were in seriously enough. And not just then, but all along. I kind of thought the whole bodyguard idea was a bit over the top. But you were totally right and I was totally wrong. I feel foolish. I just didn't think they hated me THAT much, and would go to such extremes and risks to get me."

Christine wished she could tell him what she really felt. Namely, she hadn't really taken the threat all that seriously either. She'd seized upon the situation mainly as an excuse to be his bodyguard since that would give her an opportunity to spend more time with him, up close and personal. And then she'd gotten serious about strategizing for two reasons. One, it was a chance for her to impress him. And two, it was fun in and of itself for her, almost like playing some kind of war game or advanced version of cops and robbers. The fact that there was a real danger was almost like icing on the cake. She would have happily done it all for a completely bogus threat.

She couldn't tell him that, at least not completely. But she did say, "I didn't really think they'd go to such extremes, either. I was taking the 'better safe than sorry' approach, but I didn't seriously think it would end up like it did. If I did, I would have been even MORE careful. I certainly wouldn't have run right into that trap. Talk about feeling foolish! I'm probably kicking myself even more than you're kicking yourself."

"No you're not. That one was just as much my mistake. And I have a bunch of other stuff to feel bad about too. For instance, there never should have been a threat in the first place. I was really, really dumb. Brain dead, moronic, idiotic, imbecile dumb. Some weeks back, Heather found me interesting, God only knows why, and started getting sexual with me while she was still going out with Rock. I mean, at one point, she was doing sexual things to me in a public place while talking to me and Rock at the same time!"

Christine looked like she wanted to gag as she was forced to think of Heather having sex.

He continued, "She totally cuckolded and humiliated him, and I just went right along with it like a complete idiot. I wasn't even thinking about HIS feelings. I just thought he was a dumb jock and he could use a comeuppance. So it was my passive cruelty that really started this whole thing. Rock really was in the right and I was in the wrong. He has good reason to hate me. And I made more mistakes after that, like flaunting my new sexual good fortune without thinking about the consequences."

She grimaced, mainly because an image of Alan lying on top of Heather had popped into her head. She replied, "Yeah, but what you did didn't justify what they were going to do. They would have been after you even without any of that stuff that happened between you and him and Heather. Although, I can't resist getting my little Heather dig in: what the HECK were you thinking?! That girl is like poison. Sounds to me like she's the one to blame for the whole cuckolding thing, not you. You were just a pawn in another one of her games she plays to amuse herself. You were blindsided by her slutty, er, appeal, if you could call it that, and not thinking straight."

"You can't blame it all on her," he protested.

"Yes I can!" She grinned defiantly, knowing that it wasn't all Heather's fault. "In any case, I know through the school grapevine that Ryan's thugs beat up lots of kids before you, sometimes for the most flimsy excuses or sometimes no excuse at all, just because they could. They even picked on kids who were way younger and extorted money from them. They would have gone after you eventually simply for dating Amy, because a 'nerd' isn't supposed to date a cheerleader, period. Maybe they wouldn't have been so fanatical about it, but they would have targeted and harassed you just the same, for breaking an unspoken rule. I know all about these guys from the rumor grapevine; believe me."

"Really? Wow. That makes me feel a lot better."

She added, "And thanks to our fight today, their little reign of terror is coming to an end. You made some mistakes getting to this point, but the end result is really good for the school as a whole."

"You think? I hope so, but a bad action that has good consequences is still a bad action."

She stared at him intensely, like she was seeing him for the first time. "Incredible. You're such a good, moral man. That's one reason why I like you so much. But consequences DO matter. A lot. Pat yourself on the back. You made mistakes, yes, but you really helped the school."

He thought, Me? A moral guy? Ha! If she only knew! If she could have peeked into what I was doing to my family before I came here, she'd kill me!

However, he did find her words generally comforting, and he replied, "Man! Christine, I love talking to you. It's like you're taking a big weight off my shoulders. But the same applies to you: you shouldn't beat yourself up about falling for their trap. After all, it worked out for the best, right?"

She grimaced. "True, but it could have worked out even better. What if I'd called at least ONE person before charging headlong after that Aaron guy? Help could have arrived in just a couple of minutes, well before the fight was over. If I had been even a little bit less hasty and stupid before the fight, you and others would not have been hurt so badly during the fight! The way that fight turned so vicious, it's a near miracle someone didn't get seriously hurt or even permanently maimed. I keep beating myself up for that!" She almost sobbed. "Dumb! Dumb, dumb, dumb!" She slapped herself on her forehead, which set her big breasts wobbling in delightfully distracting ways.

"Yeah," he said, "but they preyed on your inherent goodness, and there's no shame in that. You did about as well as you possibly could. You should be proud. You're a heroine."

She snorted derisively at that, but said, "Funny you said that, 'cos both Frank Morgan and Suzanne Pestridge told me basically the same thing on the phone just before you got here. But I still don't believe it."

"Frank Morgan?" he asked. "As in the father of your mortal enemy? The very man that begat the spawn of Satan? Doesn't that make him Satan?"

She chuckled a bit and broke into a big smile for the first time since Alan had arrived. "Yeah. The one and the same. So you've finally seen the light! You've admitted that Heather is the spawn of Satan. I say we need to exorcize you or something."

Alan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and with great exaggeration. He hammed up his voice like he was a sleazy pick up artist. "You can exorcise me any time you like, baby."

"Alan!" She obligingly protested, knowing he was just kidding around. "You're evil!" She got up from her lawn chair and went to his so she could mock-slap his face.

He pretended horror. "Oh no! That means she got me. It's too late to save me, but save yourself! Quick, take your bikini top off, before it's too late!"

She laughed some more. "You silly. That doesn't even make sense."

"Yeah, well, I gave it the ol' college try." He was thinking, Damn! I swear, her breasts are like two squeezy bowling balls, just dangling down and begging to be fondled. I need to get her to change positions before I can't control myself! He asked, "But seriously, how did Frank treat you?"

She quickly turned serious, sitting up on the edge of his lawn chair to answer (much to his relief, as that put her in a less erotic position). She replied, "He seems pretty okay. Maybe even more than okay. He certainly didn't have to track down my number and call me, but he did, and he made me feel a lot better." She scowled as an image of Heather came into her mind. "How can Heather be the way she is with someone like that as her father?"

Alan ignored that question by asking a question of his own. "I remember him talking to you next to the shed. What did he say?"

"He told me it wasn't my fault, but IT WAS! I screwed up in ways I can't even begin to describe. I don't want to talk about it!" She sat up, folded her arms under her big boobs, and looked pouty.

She was haunted by the thoughts and feelings she'd had during the fight. The specialized women's self-defense course her martial arts teacher had recommended, where she learned tactical breathing and many other critical things not taught in her regular martial arts programs, had also more than removed her inhibitions about attacking men. Especially at the beginning of the fight, a great bloodlust had come over her as her body went into all-out fight mode. She wanted to hurt, maim, and even kill. It was only her years of martial arts training that enabled her to bring these urges under control, and even then just barely. She'd done some things she wasn't proud of, especially the kick at Aaron's knee. Had she hit him right where she wanted to hit him, she would have shattered his kneecap.

She felt she couldn't tell Alan about these feelings for a variety of reasons, including that she didn't want him to think of her as some kind of potential killer. But she'd talked about these issues with Frank on the phone. He'd explained that what she went through was perfectly natural and even typical given the circumstances. He'd even been at pains to praise her for her restraint. But still, she had lingering guilt and unease about this.

CHAPTER 15

Alan sat up too, moved to the edge of the lawn chair, and gave her a hug. "You can't be perfect. No one is ever perfect. We can only do our best and hope that's good enough. You did, you were, and I thank you. You deserve praise, not blame. You're my heroine."

She stiffened at first in response to the hug, but then she softened and melted in his arms. The comforting embrace felt really good. She swallowed and softly said, "Mr. Morgan told me that too. I should blame the football players, not myself." She sniffed, fighting back the urge to cry. "He said he was proud of me. I know he's just a stranger, but sometimes words from strangers carry extra weight 'cos they're strangers, right? I mean, why would he say that unless he meant it, especially since he's the father of my enemy?"

"That's right," Alan said comfortingly while still holding her close. "I'm sure that with his fighting experience he knows what you're going through and doesn't want you to needlessly beat yourself up when you should be celebrating your accomplishment. And speaking of words from strangers, what did Suzanne say?"

Christine's face brightened. "She was amazing! She was worried about me, and had apparently talked some with Mr. Morgan about it. She wanted to comfort me, too."

Christine went on to explain how Suzanne had told her that not only would Aaron, Rock, Ryan, and Ivan all be jailed, but the rest of the gang would probably be expelled as different people turned on each other in an attempt to save their own skins and get lighter sentences.

She continued, "She's so clever. I sure wouldn't want to be her enemy. She thought it was possible to keep pulling on this string and root out all the bullies who have been terrorizing the school. I don't know if you know just how bad the problem is. I'm sure they left you alone because you're tall, you've got muscles, and you don't look like you scare easily. But a lot of kids have been terrorized. I mean, some of the bullies from our school even shake down the middle school kids and steal their stuff. It's like a protection racket and practically a school tradition that just keeps getting worse. Mrs. Pestridge said she wants me and some of my friends-"

He interrupted. "Excuse me. When you say 'my friends', do you mean the Goody Goodies?"

She frowned. "Yes, if you must use that snarky term. She wants us to work with her and the district attorney about this, so the police will know the right questions to ask and who to go after. We can really make a difference and make the school a safe place again!"

She looked fierce and determined as she said this. One thing Alan loved about Christine was her strong sense of justice and desire to fight the wrongs of the world. Seeing her like that, he longed to kiss her on the lips. However, he knew this was the time to offer moral support and not get frisky, despite her huge breasts pressing into his chest and tempting him.

He thought, If it weren't for the fact that I have a harem of women all roughly as beautiful as Christine, I wouldn't be able to control myself right now. In fact, I probably wouldn't even have the confidence to be here in the first place. But at the same time, it's the existence of that same harem that prevents me from allowing myself to give in to my urges for fear of dragging her down into my bizarre world. It's ironic. Or maybe a Catch-22.

She went on, "And she said none of this could happen if I hadn't stood by you today. She called me a heroine! Because I did the right thing, and risked my own neck, and worked so hard to protect you when everybody else, even you, thought the danger was overblown. I know I'm not ALL that, but still, it made me feel good. I mean, I screwed up right and left. I should have NEVER walked into that trap. And I was so full of myself and worried about crying wolf that I didn't even call for backup help when I had the chance. It was total luck that-"

He gently placed a finger across her lips, silencing her. "Sssh. I don't wanna hear it. I don't want you to play the 'shoulda, coulda, woulda' game. I was doing that too until I talked to you. Let's mentally note what we could have done better and then move on. Don't obsess."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts. You're really smart, but I've noticed really smart people think too much and tend to second guess themselves all the time. Don't! You did great. With this one fight, you could end up totally transforming the whole school for the better."

"Yeah, but I really can't take the credit for that. There's a whole bunch of factors-"

He grinned. "Hey! I may be having a blonde moment, but I'm thinking that SOMEbody around here gave me some very good advice recently."

"Oh yeah? Who was that?"

"I don't know. But she told me, 'Consequences DO matter. A lot.' And they do. The fact is, you didn't completely lose control. You didn't seriously hurt somebody. Things DID work out for the best. You need to pat yourself on the back, because I'm very proud of you, and everyone else is, too."

She looked at him with wonder, amazed by his insightful words. She felt her burdens from the fight lifting just like a heavy weight lifting off her body. She didn't know what to say in response to that, so she just smiled and teased, "Who is this mystery woman? She sounds wise to me."

He hugged her tighter. "She is. And really sexy, too."

"What's her name?"

He stared blatantly down at her chest as he pretended to be genuinely puzzled by the question. "I dunno. I've talked to her lots of times, but I've never really gotten a good look at her face."

She looked at the mischievous grin on his face, then at his eyes blatantly staring at her rack, and then at his eyebrows, wiggling in Groucho Marx style.

She laughed, then she laughed hysterically, then she doubled over laughing.

He started laughing too. Before long, the fact that they were laughing so much in itself seemed really funny and made them laugh all the more.

Soon, they were both laughing so hard that their sides hurt and they wished they could stop, but they couldn't. Christine stood up in an effort to literally run away from the laughter, but she doubled over again and ended up laughing more.

They weren't really laughing at Alan's joke; that was just the trigger. The laughter was a letting out of their pent up emotions.

Christine especially had been feeling heavily burdened by some decisions she'd made, and this was compounded by her natural tendency to be very self-critical and her low self-esteem. But Alan had made her feel that she'd done well after all and everything would be okay. And all the power of the locked up fear, pain, rage, guilt, shame and every other emotion eating her up inside bubbled up as laughter, and was washed away.

In fact, it was such an emotional moment that when they stopped laughing, they both felt a great weariness coming over them, as well as a great peace.

The two of them had been sitting up on his lawn chair, but it was a wide chair so they were able to end up lying down next to each other. Their hug had been broken during all the laughter, but they both reached for each other when that ended and wound up cuddling in another tight embrace.

Christine was so emotionally moved that she was nearly at the brink of tears. It had been years since she'd had a really good friend, and now Alan was proving himself to be a very good friend indeed. "Thanks. That really means a lot to me."

He quipped, "What, that I can't stop looking at your breasts? I thought you didn't like that. Although now that you mention it, they do look really nice." He leered and wiggled his eyebrows some more.

She laughed some more, and he did too. It wasn't that his quip was that funny, but they were in a mood where almost anything seemed hilarious. "Stop it!" she pleaded. "No more jokes, please! I just mean that your words really moved me. Thank you. I'm so glad that you're my friend." She looked up from his chest and stared deeply into his eyes. The love there was palpable.

She wondered, Does he love me, the way I love him? How can he, when he has all those other women? Heck, what am I saying, that I love him? ... Do I? ... I do! I do!

But she quickly went from elation to sadness. Oh God, what am I getting myself into? I'm just digging myself into a deeper hole, falling in love with the one guy in school said to be sleeping with nearly the entire cheerleading squad, and then some. If only he wasn't so nice!

She didn't want to think about this dilemma anymore. She closed her eyes and said, "I'm tired. Aren't you? I think I'll just rest here for a minute, if that's okay with you."

"That's very okay," he replied. He was feeling very tired too. It was coming up on his usual nap time, and he'd had an extremely exciting and tiring day. He closed his eyes too.

Christine had had a long, trying, terrifying and exhausting day. But nestled in Alan's arms for the very first time, she felt safe, protected, loved, and drowsy.

Before either realized it, they were both fast asleep.

NOTE: For this part, I had exceptionally great help from IBT, Gnome, Hermit, KGL, and WD40. They proofread the text and pictures over and over again and helped in lots of other ways. This part is much improved thanks to their efforts. Hermit critiqued with the pictures, as usual. WD40 worked extensively on the fighting scene in particular, and many other things besides. KGL provided key help with the pictures. He had a hand with nearly every picture, and is largely responsible for many o the backgrounds and the 3D map. Also thanks to Ivagabundus, yellowperil, DD, Nightfallen, CPN, Old Salt, Sam.I.am, and Marguerite Mingorance.

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